CIRCUIT

Tied to the bowels of the networks

About a weary ground hungry

Perceiving almost everything in reverse

Reading a world to head down

Without knowing where fit in neither more

I will living in a mischievous time

Which a deep dream unnamed

Under the nails of the world thirsty...

Sheltered in the imagination of ties

As one who sharpens the drawstring scourge shall

Revealing the sky a star in the air

Each rhyme that print on my verse

Is intended for precise signal of the universe

How the of the sun adjusts in the moonlight cilium

Between the lighthouse of the day the shade of the night

Highlighting the effects of the naked illusion!

Autor: Valter Pio dos santos

22/Set/2016