Through so demanded life,
When like a miracle sparks
On your eyes, unprepared
You are to this hour of flash...
So, on the road, you are loose...
Yet you are your own, you lose
The comfortable of the easiness
From the boss accountability!
Now You must stand, understand,
And bear to carry on like a bear
The deeds, sins and destiny made
From inner to outside your head!
Whose the void, more than avoided,
Shall be fulfilled by a full
And large horizon of news,
Which must take your rejoices!
Rejoice to overtake the wills
And make them, with willing,
Opportunities of realization;
The born dream of your imagination!
Ah! Happy who lives their freedom
Loose and not be lost by their doom…
By the doubts of possibilities groomed
From the events put to your fingers and toes!
Which kind of way you will go?
Which way you will get hold
In this sudden journey called life?
Or you are still being without alive?
(Leandro Monteiro)
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