Being a poet is more than being a poet.
He had no freight about death but he didn't want to die,
never yet.
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Poetry and thoughts, many times darkened due the shadows of reality. I've published a book with love poems: https://www.amazon.com/Love-Compilation-selected-poetry-greatest/dp/B09WYVJQQ2
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- No one really dies.
- “An average human looks without seeing, listens wi...
- Next time I see you
- Why are there so many tormented souls? People who ...
- Love isn't love It's just and illusion of the mind...
- Post-euphoria, what remains? A shred of emptiness,...
- Fleeting dancing lights
- Save the pain - ('cause even me not being a believ...
- Dive in in Transparency
- - Do fish cry? - No, they're already drowning in a...
- till now my best possible comprehension about it +...
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- "A Day of Sun" by Alexander Search, Fernando Pessoa
- once, I've put something like this description as ...
- No one knows (também publicado em Poesia do Desass...
- Being a poet is more than being a poet. He had no ...
- In every day death will peak in, friends that are ...
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Outros meus sítios / My other places:
Blog of poetry in Portuguese - www.poesiadodesassossego.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
Blog about Culture and Society - www.siccc.blogspot.com
Blog of tales - www.projectdecember2008.blogspot.com
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