GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I refresh my tears, caresses without direction,

Which, emotional, caused the worst impression,

In the end, they were nothing more than a disappointment,

Emotion only left wreckage, without redemption.

Deceptions, like fallen bananas on the ground,

From the tree of manifestation, without precision,

Attempts at experiences, pretentious and empty,

That did not form a sublime emotion, only agonies.

They went no further than pain, an echo without echoing,

Reduced to pure residues, nothing to add,

Fragments of a feeling lost in the mist,

Only emptiness remained, without colour, without foam.

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