Five years that the time already took

After the death it is the dream that you left us, that we made an effort for boasting, in our poetic works and in prose to eternalize you, so that no longer being you live, your soul delights with your children's wonderful works. A son that she respect will make everything to deserve her mother, and to tell him in her intimate: "Mother, was not in vain that I began my life in your belly, so loaded, of love so led." 

The human beings live colds and they don't get any thaw. They just live some tenuous moments of love and soon later return immediately to the that better know to do, the savagery. Those for who the love is just a carnal act, a sexual desire, no human beings, were born to hate the love.  

I see a castle, and in him a damsel of celestial beauty, pure as the virginity of the times, that there lives there are many thousands of years, yes, she is immortal, because it was never played by the love, it awaits him, that a prince, already so many, so many, and so many they fell in love, they faked that they loved her, and she lives in the heights of the battlements castellated. Of course everyone vow that that castle is cursed. And suddenly the Knight without a lot of effort breaks the protections of the castle and it ties her damsel that there is many millennia waits him. And the princess, yes she was a princess, quickly, finally she understood that her love arrived, it freed her, and her immortality finished, therefore the love is very demanding, and who wants to love him, to their rules she has to enslave. And to the if it frees, Lady of Time - yes she was - of the millennia of the bitterness of the eternity of the dislike, did she feel happy with intolerance, didn't they know? The love is the most intolerant feeling than it exists - her torture finished, therefore the love arrived him and he would live the amount of years to find him necessary, but later everything would embrace, the death would take. The love is the most wonderful thing than it exists, therefore only he allows to get angry the fire of her bonfire and without want-millstones, without we know, inexplicably to say: I love you!

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He seems, today, yesterday, but eight years already became exhausted

When it leafs them of the trees fall, the trees die once a year and they resuscitate her intense green of the life and the flowers are painted, immortalized in the painting humans' pictures, but in their immortal works. Us no, as we don't have leaves for they fall and later if they renew, we died, we fell and we never again got up, in any hole abandoned ourselves. 

And Ulysses in the eternity of the sea navigates without Penelope to find. The sound of a lute is heard in the distance, it seems the sea to calm, and of Penelope always to fall in love.  

In the earth lied down, buried, of the humans moved away, and no longer remembered, of so much suffering, tortured. 

So many dreams that I had in vain, wanted to accomplish them but they sent me for the face, always in the fear of the: will they shoot me? 

I see a beautiful landscape, the sea loaded of light illuminating the beach, and in her a melodious voice in the sands kept, five hundred, six hundred, and seven hundred years later. And the voice sings, it transplants the dances and you sing them of the Medium Age. It is true yes; any one of us is a machine of the time. It is suddenly a musical procession was done present, and the beauty of the Medium Age was reborn, touching. Yes, the most wonderful sounds are of that time, so much beauty awaiting the discovery. The Holy Grail is the music of the Medium Age. 

And in the distance in earth, I see a loaded field, fence of jasmines, the Jasmine of poets attract, without him poets would not exist. A stream is made present, absentee, the green is not left commands the life, and we are not green for that lost her. And where there is no green, there is north. 

Everything is born and he dies us also, but while alive we should show the road of the eternity, of the solemnity of the love. But there are always the ones that are considered immortal; those are the misfortune of our lives.  

To live is an ephemera dance, which we wanted that it never again ends. To live is to resist, in the bows of the love to succumb. 

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My name nobody knows

Nor me 

My name is, I don't know! 

I look at my clock 

And the pointers always move 

In the same direction  

Which, I don't know 

And what does that interest? 

Because we moved all 

In the same direction of the dictatorships 

And my future is the law of the violence 

Of the bullet 

When I look for my window 

(no longer I see the sun, steal-millstone) 

Is the democracy after all that? 

Do they steal in the how terrorists? 

And they say that the other terrorists 

Do they attack us? 

With so many terrorists that govern us? 

Yes! This world is of the global terrorism 

National 

 

Only even a government that doesn't know what is the love 

He bets in the mendicancy of the streets 

Yes! Democracy is that! 

Voters that voted for in the stability, in the change 

They lost the hope of a better life 

After all it is a lot, very worse 

I already know which my name is 

BEGGING! 

 

I look at the wall, yes, I am one more walled in 

Of the democracy 

I look, eye, I turn the glance 

But, I only see walls 

And very armed forces of safety 

For against who to struggle us? 

Against the beggars! 

And the terrorists move forward, implacable 

As ants, grasshoppers, piranhas 

 

And these governments' bet is to end with the love 

To substitute it for the terror 

the corruption strengthens the agony 

of the democracy 

and where there is no love 

there is terrorism, terror 

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Oh! Glorious emir of the love!

Oh! Glorious emir of the love! 

Always more close to the lute 

he is our love 

Eternally it will be the easiest 

To ride is necessary 

a great effort 

to proceed and of the castle to free you 

And to follow you, to walk, to love you 

 

And to snatch the jasmines that in the road 

to find 

to fight 

And in my sword sheathing 

And to spur my mounted one 

and of the castle to free you  

to take possession 

 

This world is a castle 

closed 

Where two beings struggle, they desire to see him 

freed 

Only the love drives us in the victory of the 

life 

of the glory 

Never the love was, it will never be 

defeated 

It is that that forever it is  

logged 

in Taj Mahal 

eternalized 

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