segunda-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2013

SOURCE POLLUTED



SOURCE POLLUTED

Drinking this polluted source
For so many, and terrible illusions
In true face which exposes me
A perfect translation for life.
The door gaping translated
In all that really decomposes
Where my destination is not basic choices
Summers in full snow, all acidic.
And when this housing is allowed
Use of a hope which limit
erratic ghost follows the trail
and even when foul smells
the disgust right now thou has domes
my soul well pale in tone, fades...

MARCOS MANNARINO

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