GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

I renew my pleasure of being, a soul going mad,

In these ways of speaking, I am again dying,

In a different manner, always losing,

In search of a warm breeze, to make me reborn.

The intoxicated inhalation exceeding,

From the thousands of cigarettes I have smoked,

Stored in my lungs, still burning,

Waiting for the disillusionments I dreamed,

To burn and refresh in the mud.

To soothe my face, like sugarcane,

Bleeding from the sharp mouths of the scimitar,

In the thrust of a blade struck,

I want to end this wound once and for all,

And be, at last, radiant, an inanimate star.

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