Iacoe Michaela
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I'm lost in those green dreams
Of being born and did not know who I am,
I walk a little blind girl groping walls
And I do not even know who blinded me!

I see nothing, everything is dead and vague ...
And my soul blind, abandonment
Reminds me of a water lily from a lake
Extending the white wings of the dream ...

Having within the soul, the light of the world
And I see nothing in this bottomless sea,
Poets my brothers, sad fate! ...
And others, they call us the Illuminati!
Poor blind blameless, sinless,
We suffer for the others until death!
Iacoe Michaela
Enviado por Iacoe Michaela em 20/02/2013
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