Hoje Sofrimento Virou Poesia
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Last published Fri, Jul 7, 2017
Uma vez escutei dizerem que a estrada mais extensa e difícil de atravessar tem apenas 30 cm,
Que é do cérebro pro coração.
Eu concordo plenamente, pois senti na pele ,
Andei na alameda dos sonhos destroçados
como um animal ferido cambaleando e implorando por ajuda, enquanto minhas feridas pioram e rasgam-se quando raspam nos cacos do passado.
Ainda estou fazendo essa travessia
mas hoje esta mais fácil
a cada dia eu percorro um decímetro de onde estava mas as vezes,
cometo erros e acabo voltando no trajeto.
E assim levo minha vida, a cada decímetro percorrido fica um poema, uma história e porque não una canção?
= Espero que vocês gostem=D
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