When dreams dry up…
How long can grief persist, in the human mind?
Only till the dreams dry up in this earth!
I reckon the darkness, and the murk,
I reckon the light and the radiance, as well.
But who can comprehend the shape of
A shadow which intervene in its midst,
And changes its character?
Why is my mind holding an umbrella [...]
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Flowers, flowers to the wind,
blue flowers point for me, to you Yellow,
Blue, I live well, Esquecidas in time, lost in the wind,
and the yellow
of you without destination or reason pra be,
Full of thorns and anger
from me .
Philipe Monteiro Cardoso
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My lost dreams! you have set
A throne for me full of woes
My lost paradise! You have weaved a
A crown of thorns for my pate.
Spring and summer is gone
I see the dead dried leaves in the earth
Winter is cruel, though it leaves
Some moisture on the leaves..
The heart is in agony
For the deceit of my love
My life [...]
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This aeon is treacherous;
An age of strife, evil and wickedness
We see only masked faces
Turning our life into masquerades;
Feigned smiles, convincing flatteries,
Fetish beliefs, false promises;
All carrying a shackle attached to their ankles.
High- octane thoughts, high pitched laughter,
Like the crackling of thorns, under a pot,
High-speed affability, pretending hypocrites;
Hyperbolic utterances, simulated snobbishness.
When man loves [...]
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Until when, the woes?
Till our dreams in this world dries up?
I am cognizant of gloom and radiance, yet
Who can decide on shadows, which intervene?
It changes its shape and character, incessantly.
Why does the mind keep an umbrella above its thoughts,
When storms of dejection agitate the mind?
Let me bear the black coffin of frozen [...]
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