When you think about something
You are trying to be honest
Like a boneless pork,
Once upon a time I ate
Crossing knives and forks,
On the brink of edge where nothing
Fades in dying always silent:
The eternal filing - page after page...
And it doesn't matter
If you speak in words of trick
Or in the shines of a naive misericord -
They retrieve your ideas:
Sometimes bold and sometimes shy,
Either tears warm and fast,
As a storyline:
The one ever told in the past
And stored whereupon in a finish lime...
When the thoughts disappear in the words
Then the greatest intentions diminish
On the brink of an ancient war
Without win -
Between a single proud ego and the crowd where do we go...
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