Sunday, July 30, 2006

Let us alone. All things are taken from us, and become portions and parcels of the dreadful past.

Let us alone. What pleasure can we have to war with evil? Is there any peace in ever climbing up the climbing wave?

All things have rest, and ripen toward the grave in silence; ripen, fall and cease:

Give us long rest, or dreamful ease.

Please stop the WAR.

Monday, July 03, 2006

Num papiro a tinta indelével

Escrevi mil palavras sem sentido,

Frases sem nexo, despidas de emoção,

Cruas, sofridas.

Descobri o vazio da minha alma,

A frustração escrita, por dizer,

O sofrimento oculto, por escrever.

Sem querer,

Encontrei no som da minha voz,

A amarga certeza de estar perdida.

Margarida Fernandes Neves

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