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segunda-feira, 29 de agosto de 2016



I struggle to recognize me,
between myself and I.
I don’t know where I am now,
where I have been, and how.
I may live in a different dimension,
which might be the reason why
it generated lots of tension
in both lives, every single day.
That’s all I can say.
I did too many nonsenses
in all my presences and my absences.
I got lost when I was requested
to give more than I probably could,
simply because I thought I should.
None of the two bested the other.
They both might be already dead
or wandering in a world of chaos,
searching for one another,
but I still have a glimmer of hope
that, one day, we will meet, wherever,
safe and happy together.

Maria Letra

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