sexta-feira, 5 de agosto de 2016


"Our souls are lost.
Ceaselessly we seek the north
in the bewilderment of life.

Yet we won't find it
Unless we override our sea of troubles.

In the bosom of every woman,
two hearts beat.
For every drop of hope,
a gash in the abyss yawns hungrily.
For every hand that saves us,
another that smashes us down.

Our soul are lost.
We must sail north."

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