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  I never hear that one is dead Without the chance of Life Afresh annihilating me That mightiest Belief, Too mighty for the Daily mind That tilling it’s abyss, Had Madness, had it once or, Twice The yawning Consciousness, Beliefs are Bandaged, like the Tongue When Terror were it told In any Tone commensurate Would strike us instant Dead - I do not know the man so bold He dare in lonely Place That awful stranger - Consciousness Deliberately face -

  I dwell in Possibility – A fairer House than Prose – More numerous of Windows – Superior – for Doors – Of Chambers as the Cedars – Impregnable of eye – And for an everlasting Roof The Gambrels of the Sky – Of Visitors – the fairest – For Occupation – This – The spreading wide my narrow Hands To gather Paradise –

  “Hope” is the thing with feathers - That perches in the soul - And sings the tune without the words - And never stops - at all - And sweetest - in the Gale - is heard - And sore must be the storm - That could abash the little Bird That kept so many warm - I’ve heard it in the chillest land - And on the strangest Sea - Yet - never - in Extremity, It asked a crumb - of me

  Forever – is composed of Nows – ‘Tis not a different time – Except for Infiniteness – And Latitude of Home – From this – experienced Here – Remove the Dates – to These – Let Months dissolve in further Months – And Years – exhale in Years – Without Debate – or Pause – Or Celebrated Days – No different Our Years would be From Anno Dominies –

Ascolto le parole non dette mai, Il cuor mio che parla di te Gioia perse nell'illusione di noi Vera tormenta la mia, Di non essere quella giusta...  #MPdaSilva

 Levai-me de novo aos dias em que a vida era feita de sorrisos e gargalhadas,  em que as noites eram dias e os dias eram alegres, Em que a vida era leve como as ondas do mar. Onde um sorriso era puro  E a felicidade era arte.  Levai-me de novo Aos dias de boa companhia e aventuras, Porque nesta vita monotona Tudo o que resta sao migalhas de um eu cansado e acabado, Num dia vazio de cor.

 Oh dear how my heart aches for ya A touch of madness In this world of them A touch of crazy As sane i Beautiful as the day stars and moon I crave to see... #spdasilva