GOING SO FAR AWAY...FROM ME

Sometimes i am sad and become myself a deep silence.

By the way, today, the blue sky is cloudy inside me and so, i am like a huge ocean, where the high tide is goes down on my heart.

Day in day out, the poetry run away from my life, my soul become very quiet, looking for all senses of me; i am like where all poems, now, are just stones that arrive and, then,slowly take off the world arround me.

My being looks like a death that have forgot to go away.

I need, please, to get away with all my pains.

Help-me to get rid of me!

Thank you.

Obs: relatando em língua universal e poeticamente, o tudo que tenho ouvido das pessoas...algo que suscita socorro emocional imediato.