THE CLAIM OF THE SOUL




Look at the world through a window,
And just for her, wanting to see life.
Mute, speechless to the world,
No words to babble.
Not for a second do I understand,
Like here I came to stop.

Stuck in a yellow cell, prison,
That time does not want to pass, loneliness.
Arrested the circumstances of not wanting to listen,
What the world wanted to teach me. To doubt.

What a pity! Pay the penalty in seclusion,
I suffer with hard pains,
The pains of my heart.
Loving those who do not want him is eternal detention.

               Francisco Gouveia

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