Marcus Hemerly
Sobre a terra, antes da escrita e da imprensa, existiu a poesia - Neruda
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I buried my heart under the rock
Beneath the rocky ground,
Lies organ much more strong,
Dense, sad, a bit profound,
Aware of all that´s gone wrong.
I could say, I don´t need it anymore,
A simple lie, sober mistake,
Naive sadness in my heart, Never more!
Volunteer paciente to my own Wake.
In the open casket of my mind,
For sure, that is all I have left,
Shallow grave for my vicious kind,
The one that pounds, not inside the chest.
Under the rock I buried my heart,
Not fear, the certain of no start,
I don´t want it anymore, no pain,
The chance to love again...
Beneath the rocky ground,
Lies organ much more strong,
Dense, sad, a bit profound,
Aware of all that´s gone wrong.
I could say, I don´t need it anymore,
A simple lie, sober mistake,
Naive sadness in my heart, Never more!
Volunteer paciente to my own Wake.
In the open casket of my mind,
For sure, that is all I have left,
Shallow grave for my vicious kind,
The one that pounds, not inside the chest.
Under the rock I buried my heart,
Not fear, the certain of no start,
I don´t want it anymore, no pain,
The chance to love again...
Marcus Hemerly
Enviado por Marcus Hemerly em 08/04/2020
Alterado em 08/04/2020
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