segunda-feira, 23 de junho de 2025

CLARICELISPECTORIAN REMINISCENCES

 

I learnt that I knew

I learnt that I didn't know

That everything was possible

My God. Everything I could!

The present is quickly the past

An immediate instant that is absorbed

Thought is the instant

A vast egg, where the same life begins.

Missing you only passes with your presence

The desire to be the other

Feelings are deep

Suddenly it's strange to be myself!

Hope is like the sunflower

That, like an act of faith, turns to the sun

Hope is also the vital force, emotion

That makes us live more intensely.

I need to touch myself in order to touch the world

I want to write a pure movement.

I don't want to be a comma in life,

I want to be more than a colon,

I'm looking for you, my exclamation mark!

My joy, my harbour of solitude.

Silence is the secret night of the world

Silence is the loudest cry of my loneliness

Silence must be worshipped without words.

Love, this is my private salvation

Love protects me from lost

life Love makes my life magical and unexplainable

Love makes me understand death better.

One day, my present won't be

My past is corroding my future.



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