The Writting And The Speak (English Version "A Fala e a Escrita")
I spoke, I thought, I
expressed myself,
Words were pronoun,
Voices weren’t heard.
I analized, I looked, I
felt,
My way of thinking was
locked,
And my mistakes were
exalted,
In the sound of an ode
and an anthem,
Always in that rythm.
By the touch of ten
decasylabes,
I suffered.
By the touch of ten
white rymes,
I lived.
And by the touch of ten
defames,
I died.
I was striked in every
point of exclamation,
And misunderstood in every
point of interrogation,
With the comma I
tranquilized myself,
And with the dot I
finalized,
Another chapter on this
story of divagation,
With no explanation.
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