My companion.
Why I write this, me ask?
The life I will be surely short,
and when I talks about facts
perfume the heart with poetry.
Scattering my song for villages,
as far away, I search peace,
Surely, now ignite another time
while who pastures far behind.
I have been and am no longer
the fighter that one day imagined
himself libertarian,
in the look at of my brother,
a friend and companion, still meet step in solidarity
The wind that takes me is always like this,
dictating my way, I see the end...
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