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| Arte: ĹÁŤĔŃČŶ ÁŤ ĞÁMĔ, por Carlos Saramago |
Let go of the past
Old ghosts will never
Fill your soul.
Don’t believe them
When they whisper promises;
They will feed on what’s left
And when all is hallow
They will take you
For their home
You won’t even notice
Your heart going cold
Then one day
It will stop
And you will become a ghost
Too…
Há fantasmas que podem ficar dentro de nós.
ResponderEliminarMagnífico poema, gostei imenso.
Isa, tenha um bom resto de semana.
Abraço.
Sim, por isso temos que os deixar ir ;)
EliminarObrigada, Jaime, bom fim de semana!