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[Agostinho urbeano desousa coelho]

This side,i have known no other.and as others live by the time theymeasure and try foolishly to fathom what the blind see in theirdreams,and give shape to sounds and put weight in air and light.ha,me?I'll stand contently behind any ocean shore,any fork in the road, anydoor or any path,as long as i could never understand how or why theywere put infront of me in any place,first or otherwise. No,may thismist never clear,and should any light dare seep into my fog and try tolure me to clarity and clear my confusion only to guide and condemn me to weaken and kneel before what allready defeated me such a long time ago.foreign sounds prevail.winds paint such lovely skies,autumn'sreign batters a lonely bird about an unnoticed mournful greylanscape,and the dry departed leaves abandon their youth and arewhisked in blusters to where? To where?.and to this I hope I remain aSlave,and I hope I am forgiven for all that went unnoticedAnd what my eyes could not cage,and may my head remain a River and not a roundabout.