I know
it feels like the end
But
it’s only one
Of the
beginnings
The
road is made with them
As a
cloth of uneven tissues
None
matches the preceding
Or the
follower.
Like a
rainbow of dreams
Rain
reflecting the sun
From
the meeting of two foes
Beauty
arises
Remembering
that life
Came
with pane
And
the first breath
Exhaled
from tears
And so
through the sadness
Hapiness
will always find a way
To
Rebirth.
.
Isa Lisboa
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Foto: Matteo Arfanotti
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Poema originalmente publicado no Tubo de Ensaio - Laboratório de Artes
