everyday i see youhangingon the wall like the eyes of night guarding moments at the hall being a spectator in my daily life you didn’t seem to mind in the spell of silence, radiating fright
got scared when i passed by you last night bright stroke of light came in from outside i felt the quivers of my bones as my mind deciphered impending overtones
it might be an illusion when the ghost suddenly appeared i heard myself screaming as i saw myself with a different face but i took time looking at you i realized the ghost was me scaring myself out of a mirror faked by the moment into a horror
sometimes our lives may get into tears as we cower ourselves with some fears we can’t be weak in every scene strength is derived from faith and felt from within…
Sobre notícias e política com um viés nacionalista, onde os bravos nunca ousaram percorrer e que não espere deste o obsequioso silêncio dos covardes, amortecendo consciências, desarmando resistências que só no fátuo da retórica da ideia, da moral e da ética é que se venera seu oponente evitando a sedição!