jueves, 15 de agosto de 2013


Others times saw me brave
As I’ve been for many years;
Proud of my sorrow and tears,
Safing my soul in a cave.
In my holiness ––Oh great fool!
I deny beauty and pleasure...
And in the name of measure
I shifted seas for a pool.
Art, science and knowledge
Were my only and sad shore...
That was everything and nothing more!
Now, in my life’s edge,
Sick of dragging my name,
I come to refuse my shame.

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