My soul, if any, lies well:
under the rubble of my days,
under layers of ash
the sadness of my sleepless nights,
under the ideals that have abandoned
under the pains that I wanted
forget
not to become consumed.
My soul, if any, risk
will not find more
because it can not be that
I figured, why not
can stay there
where I believed.
to go see this bluff
should let life kill me,
in one way or another,
because, if my soul is,
I can pull it out of the mud
where I kneaded
and infilarmici in
from now to infinity.
Written after midnight on January 16, 2011
in Maximiliansau.
I am very confused and perplexed because they doubt the existence of the soul-as old as the world-and my self-doubt, as old as me, I have neglected for many, many, many years, now back to bother.
There is the soul, no?
And if there were more than one? Maybe that changes the skin like a snake?
A bunch of anime, which slides out from time to time a wild card, an ace, a scartina?
But this question is so important?
is a problem or not?
All these questions do not give a clear sense-and-so that you get the discomfort that is within each of us, whether we admit it or not.
If I could say with conviction, but who cares, I solved the problem and I could live in peace.
But I can not, and I live badly.
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