A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

I am the spirit of life,

The day brings me defined,

I dwell on the real edge of AIDS,

In an unprotected wave.

That goes and comes, yet still

Does not reach me regretfully,

I float on the edge of doubt,

In a waiting that never ends.

When will the end come?

I ask my own gaze,

Which gets lost in the reflection,

Without finding its end.

And so I continue, faded,

In a cycle that never ceases,

In search of a meaning,

That the soul, in silence, confesses.

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