All the time before i loved that time,

and thought about all happiness!

All the time after i had stayed lonely;

never lived again that illusion of mine.

Before, when i was young, i allured all the bliss:

i looked to the future further those lines!

After i had cry for all the time i kissed...

Before i had dreams and hopes, in my side,

after that i had the knowledge to live my life.

Before i found several things so amuse;

After i won`t to have dreams to lose them!

Before i  usualy slided in a best mood with the gratest loneliness...

After i will stay melancholic in a mess!

Before i had created all the time to change the world,

after part of the world become war, pain and destruction, so my words will stay with "Deus".

Before all my expression was freedom with no doubt, and was growing, growing...

After is only pain that don´t stop growing, growing, growing, growing!   

       Rosamar   Freedom

O mundano é sempre vazio e sem poesia?

Contradições cheias de ideias diferentes;

como se fosse só sol poente:

em que o círculo perfeito seja uma elegia...

É que a perfeição é espiritual tão finito (como se muita luz cegasse) 

A trivialidade é só a nossa maior verdade?

Por que se for, que se transforme

em canção de muita liberdade;

que se faça crescer o significado do trivial uniforme

e que a musica o transponha para o sonho para o alívio do nosso coração!

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Is the mundane always empty and without poetry?

Contradictions full of different ideas;

as if it were just the setting sun:

in which the perfect circle is an elegy...

Is that spiritual perfection is so finite (as if too much light were bliding)

Triviality is just our gratest truth?

Why if it transforms 

in a song of feedom;

to make the meaning of uniform triviality grow

and may the music transpose it into dreams for the relief of our hearts!

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   Rosamar  Freedom