GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I would like to speak of things as they truly are,

Without distorting them through the hunger that consumes reason,

Upon things rests my illusion,

A veil that covers the truth, without permission.

From exhaustion, I seek rest and lower my arms,

Writing also feels it, in the weight of embraces,

Even in the best of moments, there are swellings,

Bitter taste that lingers, in words without ties.

I would like to be transparent, without masks to wear,

But life, with its pains, makes me stumble,

And in writing I find relief, but also contradiction,

Between what I wish to say and what silences the heart.

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