Sometimes
I lose myself
My soul turns gray
I refuse the life
I don’t want to stay
I want to fly
To fly away...
Priscila Jacewicz (1990)
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- A Tempestade
- I am a wind across the sea, I am a flood across the plain, I am the roar of the tides, I am a stag of seven tines, I am a dewdrop let fall by the sun, I am the fierceness of boars. I am a hawk, my nest on a cliff. I am a height of poetry, I am the most beautiful among flowers, I am the salmon of wisdom. Who is both the tree and the lightning strikes it. Who is the dark secret of the dolmen not yet hewn. I am the queen of every hive, I am the fire on every hill, I am the shield over every head. I am the spear of battle, I am the ninth wave of eternal return, I am the grave of every vain hope. Who knows the path of the sun, the periods of the moon. Who gathers the divisions, enthralls the sea, sets in order the mountains, the rivers, the peoples. AMERGIN's CHALLENGE - Irish Poem
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