Sta.sh
Poetry.
Poetry is the blood
That makes my veins spring
It is the life that escapes
In the big broth of my efforts
It is my way of behaving
To fight the hatred
It is to refuse to undergo
It is my human nature
It is my way to quiver
Words, like some tunes.
It will break its chains
These chains of incoherence
These chains of ignorance
These chains where from freedom
Dance
The emotional
Trances.
Out of our fearful wanderings
The exceptional appears
Fighting mirrors
Flowers of unfaithful rows
Making the immanence spring
Smiling the reality
Far from the artillery which think
Of their subtleties
Impose our pace
Make roar out the rainbow
Because the intolerance
Who wants us so cruel
Because of our unconsciousness
We want to remain perpetual.
Cannot die the sufferings
But poetry makes it beautiful
Such an evidence
Such a watercolor
And the brushes which dance
On our lives sparks,
Make the consciousness shine
Of our individual
Clamors and silences
When nights hitch us
In our dreams of childhood.
When our days are the ones
Of an intense future.
Poetry is the blood
That makes my veins spring
It is the life that escapes
In the big broth of my efforts
It is my way of behaving
To fight the hatred
It is to refuse to undergo
It is my human nature
It is my way to quiver
Words, like some tunes.
It will break its chains
These chains of incoherence
These chains of ignorance
These chains where from freedom
Dance
The emotional
Trances.
Out of our fearful wanderings
The exceptional appears
Fighting mirrors
Flowers of unfaithful rows
Making the immanence spring
Smiling the reality
Far from the artillery which think
Of their subtleties
Impose our pace
Make roar out the rainbow
Because the intolerance
Who wants us so cruel
Because of our unconsciousness
We want to remain perpetual.
Cannot die the sufferings
But poetry makes it beautiful
Such an evidence
Such a watercolor
And the brushes which dance
On our lives sparks,
Make the consciousness shine
Of our individual
Clamors and silences
When nights hitch us
In our dreams of childhood.
- When our days are the ones
Of an intense future.
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