The peremptory believes,
The door of house is
closed.
The doubtless truth,
The foods for all your
own existence were reaped.
The courage to keep
loyalty on your own,
The house was built for
the eternity.
The bravery to face the
troubles,
The stones were thrown
the into the windows,
The fear emerges from the
conscience,
The friends come through
the basement.
The moment of being
yourself appears:
House and men, in ruins...
Without inner restaurations.
(Leandro Monteiro).
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