O túnel redondo engole-nos
Submete-nos à sua passagem
Verga-nos à sua vontade
A espiral infinita subjuga-nos
Enrola-nos na sua teia
Magoa-nos com a sua cadência
Caindo pelo poço largo,
a sorte pertence aos ladrões
Salteadores de tempo roubado aos deuses
Contrariedade cósmica, magia alcançável.
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Classic and immortal theme.It's interesting to see WHEN-at what point of our life-we become aware of time,we start feeling its presence,HOW we perceive its dimensions,its form etc.
It looks like some of us are more skilled thieves of time than others :P or maybe it just depends on what part of the wheel -and will- of time we are placed on ;)
Very true! I like to think that I enjoy every possibility to steal time, but the truth is that the mecanic lives that the actual society presents us don't make that task easy. It's up to us to mantain a posture of awareness - AWAKENESS! I think my "poetry" is a pass to that awake state of mind and spirit - at least, my pass(port). :)
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