JUVENILIA

Perhaps I may have taken a shower of nerves about my more than qualified predominance to all my attitudes when I tried to establish myself on my biggest and best benefits of all my youth when I saw in front of me a superlative Brazil of fragmentations more than focused to a regime more than inconvenient about my moral and intellectual attitudes in which I sought in my adventures the love of the most of the love in which I saw in front of me taking spaces and giving incoherent direction to my qualities in which I enjoyed few moments belonging to the pleasure that my greatest occupational relativities of all my life were turned into a tremendously weak enjoyment, in which it is said that it is from the fruit that man becomes a dose because the dose is that manfor having all the ineffable qualities of a perfect knight always looking for the aspiration between his origins, races and family and social traditions that transpire the entire world of all constitutional incapacity of a perfect man who always fought to win, always won for quality and He never gave his arm to twist out to be the most optimistic of all time and for being born made of gold for coming from a crib to show you uall its grandeur and royalty that was camouflaged between a mirror that maybe today can simply say how much its value is worth and the differences are proven that the majority does not compare to the minority for being the chaste world and slave of a tremendous social innocence generated by irrelevant attitudes in which he is always showing and defrauding the true greater side of a perfect man who made and always makes life a school of fundamental concepts on a dishonest surface that abuses in its own wound the slavery of society that is imprisoned by a circle of young people who if it seems to clear our superlative minds, the more if they are doubting their own moral and intellectual incapacities that are sold simply at the price of bananas as a commitment more than avoidable for being maddened later by a religious regime of perhaps someone who does not want the well-being of no one and lives today under their own repressions of life because they are dead to suffer for their own reality that makes you hate the light of life that is the way away from the shadows that does not deceive between your own eyebrows the sick jealousy that always kills the good democratic intention of someone who is always dressing in the same way as others the same color to not to lose the good intention and friendship with humanity itself that innocently does not know what it does and what it has done in a superior and energetic life to the social misfits of someone and someday we will still try to return for satisfaction and normality the good and pure intention that we have each other and maybe they couldn't see the whole situation and where the inconsequences that are inconveniences live because the world can tell us that we exist when few are non-existent life itself that is always showing us the world dying in front of us each day that passes through a tremendous absinthe that could be hatched to be dispensed to someone who luckily does not live trapped in this world because his soul is looser while the others have fun trapped and trying to capture the good image and intention of someone who is not what they think because he lives to be happy and doesn't want to see this world in a straitjacket deceiving and deceived by someone who doesn't exist and lives on the other side of the world and he was never happy because maybe he hates himself and doesn't want to see the world free and happy.

We were consciously born and seek foreign origins and their philosophies seem to transfer our personalities over the lowest and highest walls of our country because we are Americanized by artistic and socialist life because we are rich and knowledgeable of valuable time in which we predominate and make us understand every memory and love for the past that we dream awake today trying to understand what we are and what we can do in our lives because we are still young and we don't want to lose our qualities that were calcified by certain instructions of love, friendships, culture and honesty and then be unconsciously substandard for an abstract world where there are no people and no qualities coming in front of us to tarnish our good intentions and identities on a world misplaced by an innocent evil that in the end will only be left to the disgrace itself that will be seen as proof of the innocence of many heroes who fought for life over the toughest areas Envious lities among social classes who believed in the dark side of life that is hell itself that is taking over the great superlative capacities that have always made your life a school of fundamental and social concepts, but what matters is knowing what we are and what we should have done because we are still going to make the world live and we will live compatibly on our values and social rights.

I feel an immense emptiness and Brazil

That inherits the servile custom

It didn't suit me

Youth

Adventure and fear

From an early age

Enclosed in steel bars

And a piece of my heart is yours Broken

with your hands

By the hands of God

And images

Divine transmissions

And cynicism

And European Protestantism

The first plane departs

And I 'm not coming back

And who comes to stay to take care of you

Beautiful land s ofre still the coming of pirates

Mercenaries without direction and I even know who they are, yes I know

And you always make a mess, say no

And Come, come crying , Come apologize , Come bleeding Divide the blame between us .

Perhaps someday we will understand simply without so much arrogance to live happily and make society accept the pure reality that we are and what we value. Thanks!

By : Roberto Barros

ROBERTO BARROS XXI
Enviado por ROBERTO BARROS XXI em 19/07/2021
Código do texto: T7302478
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