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  In abyss  

 

 

«And to this they call to live!...

What horrendous irony!... »

Luiz Murat

 

 

 

 

I am thrown to the hell, to the abyss

enormous, dark - dangerous Cila!

Close to my soul exists the skepticism

and the despair shakes my clay.

 

 

 

 

I suffer atrocious sorrow, very acrid torment!

To all that surrounds me, to all, to all,

in anguishes I interrogate and attentive I study,

sighing in pertinacious lament.

 

 

 

 

And in this darkness of the ugly vortex

in that I am thrown in the bright heights

I want to rise!... But, if effort I employ,

I suffer anguishes, grieves, madness.

 

 

 

 

And I live always like this! No!... It is not life

to feel in everything the mistake to beat,

sadly moved away of the ocean

of the dreamed and pleased happiness.

 

 

 

 

Distant of the pleasure, far away from the faith,

seeing the distanced ideal beyond,

I want to the nothing to be ready, ready thrown,

because it such sorrows only compensate me.

 

 

 

 

But, if you turn to me your glances,

stars, perhaps fanals of new Faith...

then I will aspire the extensive life,

reading Gospels... and kissing altars...

 
 

 

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