2 Oct 2012 poes

Don´t cry, don’t care.
It’s weird, because I felt drops,
then I touch my cheeks near to my eyes;
and surprisingly they are dry. I was thinking of you.

Have you dreamed?
There can’t exist nobody;
Just don’t sleep, it’s too difficult.
Sure take your own mind, even more.

Where was all that you did?
Like dreams, they are disappeared.
If all things will be lost; what we’ll can do?
To be lying down or running, can’t get calm down.

Maybe in a time, what I felt,
was some real; not dry.
All rhymes are,
are not.

Things begin being something,
but at the end, it’s Zero,
more than that.


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