quinta-feira, 5 de maio de 2016


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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