Its a lonely place,
to love you;
A sad song,
with no prose;
A declaimed poem,
without rhymes.
Its living a life,
without objectives;
Sculpting marble,
without chisel;
Painting lovely pictures,
without paint.
Its suffering from a terminal illness,
that never ends;
to lack air to breath,
each time you inhale.
to weep deeply,
with dry eyes.
Its conquering the World,
for nothing;
Giving up,
one step away from the finish line
and remain there, looking,
watching the others go by.
(Portuguese Original Version)
É um lugar solitário,
amar-te;
uma canção triste,
sem prosa;
um poema declamado,
sem rima.
É viver uma vida,
sem rumo;
esculpir mármore,
sem escopro;
pintar murais lindos,
sem tinta.
É sofrer de doença terminal,
que não tem fim;
ter falta de ar,
ao respirar;
chorar profundo,
de olhos enxutos.
É conquistar o Mundo,
para nada;
Desistir,
a um passo da meta,
e ficar, olhando,
vendo os outros passar.
by EPHEMERAL MEMENTOS
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 
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You’re very good to us, GT. Thank you so much! 😀
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You are welcome! Hope you stay warm this season! (We are having a heat wave here in Texas.)
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Thanks for having me in the Guest Post 🙂
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Thank you for your beautiful poem!
I never post stuff that I don’t love and feel 🙂
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Oh I feel that sooo much!
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I know… unfortunately.
Sorry, I need to leave you till my tomorrow.
Good night, my dear Walt! I promise to visit your dream 😉
K&H
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Oh your always in my dreams and can’t wait till the day your still here when I wake too 😉 H&K
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