Life is as slices of bread
some of them
are burned...
the world shrinks...
you can be accused
of a makeshift approach
towards life...
fifty years later
long enough to feel
a garble of senses...
bitter water
through open wounds
to settle as soon as possible...
life has no menu "à la carte" for everybody
only money can have...
when the man take hold
all this has been deleted
from the future..
we wont be there...
Mário M.Carvalho
1.10.2011
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