disillusion

Who never felt a large cake in the throat cry / That then to know that we are not be strong as we thought / That the lowest sign of trouble, we suffer / The pain we try to expel, to no advance / Sometimes I want to be a brute, not to know what is love / / So do not know what was the pain / pain of love / love, oh! love, if you are happy to live, because we live to cry? / / The more we try to live / what we do is to see / That love is blind suffer / / Life is the dark field of the trick of love / How many he tries to walk / And suddenly realize that the dark immensity / weep alone remains.
Cleberson Williams, Aug. 9. 2004