Oh, my soul, to walk now?
At a time nailed himself
almost closed in the womb barren
a night that does not yield a day.
I sound reverberates around your
that recalls the sea sing che'l
is the bank that lullaby light
in the dawn of the new morning.
's time lingers, infinite,
po'incerto on which a border
set foot, even as
chose whether to stop or to pass, finally.
And in this uncertain wavering
thousand ways to look at the door
but who has closed himself in a shell
and wait, no one has reopened.
While others ate his children
throwing open the door to possible
but remained nailed to the threshold
frightened by all the knowledge.
Then there is the man who has dared to go
path and also the last scene,
has moved and the wind has dropped the curtain
and now dance in a serene sunrise.
And you, my soul, to walk now?
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