ETERNITY OF THE MATTER
The death waiting for me in a street corner
Never concerns me, I assure,
For more than the heart seems hard,
Word that the final still fascinates.
Life teaches us how step by step,
Attempting to exceed a high wall,
Experiencing problems, so plight,
The final solution it is determined.
And when he finally close up my eyes,
Tired of dealing; of thistles,
I will pursue to last peace.
Knowing that my death generates life,
My last mission will be accomplished,
and recompose is done, even misshapen.
Loures
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