A CRY FOR FREEDOM © 2008

There is nothing wrong with me,

Only a three-dimensional weeping,

That unfolds in endless layers,

And echoes in the emotional space.

It is a cry that transcends the visible,

Touching the pains of the past,

In the uncertain, unpredictable present,

And in the future not yet reached.

Each tear, a facet of feeling,

A dimension of my existence,

That, at the same time, reveals and conceals,

What in silence the soul exults.

It is neither weakness nor a mistake to correct,

But the depth of one who lives to reflect,

For in the vastness of this inner cry,

I find myself, in full fervor.

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