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Like sleeping water stored in its depths the power of lightning .
As the poet when they had enough of the old words. ****

Like keeping numb água in its depths the power of lightning.
As the poet when he is not satisfied the old words.

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Conviction

are former cries are ancient myths
of talks today in the epic
through wars between your sex and my
splendors and fears
hesitate in the body ...
cots in fatal shake our bodies shredded
our skin and become a
how ...


If that square longed for children
consumed in memories and praise, your song will
poetic in the beginning this autumn equinox
carnival brings fallen leaves, in the front
Gale ideas that I believe ...


Browser discovered oceans, conquering
aromas, loves and adventures in the history sins
in the town that I have to live ...


I will not be a poet in this, I am not a slave to my mind,
surround me not just a job earning little money
as many people hiding and calm living day to day
and fades slowly and slowly ...


heroic grow with sweat before the sunlight
I give a flower, which is the voice of my generation
leaving the womb of desire when we started to grow
of human reason, the Major Arcana;
is a scattered to express my love ...


I who will lick your flesh, who dry your tears
exile and who will sorrow in the loneliness of old age ...


we be bold to the astonishment of other
fly by city, walk in Santiago,
but never with the passage of as the years our love will have
frustrated ...


Disillusioned by the endless time that rests with the
mistaken belief of free will and reason, you can be blinded
understand and admire infinitely funeral
words unspoken which are in view,
which have not yet been written or signed, but will
my belief ...

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Morning on the island of blue magic (Florianopolis, Brazil).
very beginning of autumn ...
New dreams, hopes and tones in the soul.

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Burst Awakening of the Soul Shaken

In the splendor of the night
thousands of souls are awakened
quivering with a cry, shake it

those voices silenced in seconds
the lands and waters
reveal traces,
the despair of those
looking with resignation.


look now no human being ever
what our eyes saw,
what he felt our skin.
Events of this century tore
memory and memory
; be
children left, parents in despair!

terrified look on the dark
uneasily to the fallen, material
of this world is lost ...


must be no more than the shadow of the shadow
in memory that is, destruction of a city
debris from rocks and soil ...


Echoes of voices silenced in darkness and shadows are
seconds of euphoria, pain and blood
collective hysteria, is the catastrophe that began this day,
cataclysms around us and faith is present
is who stands up to the survivors ...


And I'll keep calling from this universe parallel
encouragement of my yagas
raise me from the stigmas,
look for your name and your memory among all
the fallen.
pieces today launched the world to your memory
as the city collapses disconsolate
for you and write them today with pain in my letters
shaken with ink ...


Now all is calm among jackals
and replicas of the night, wolves, howling cries
hungry between dusk
in which everything is broken between
agonizing abyss of the city in ruins rocking ...


Dedicated to the victims of 2/27/2010