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May 2012
I open an old photograph album
to remember those old memories
flipping through pages
and letting tears drop
reliving all my phases
“re-suffering” all my cages
looping and twisting and coiling
and curling and looping and twisting
and…Stop!

The picture-perfect now
of a mere line outlining past and future
The picture-perfect now is ours
a feature that lasts no more than mere hours
harvest and sow
we’ll never become a scripture
from shadow we come
and to shadow we go

there’s no constant in our self
to be Uno is a misconception
a persona is an inception itself
a delusion, an illusion
each life is fragmented
or it is uninhabited
each life is shattered
or it is scattered
each life is broken

my denial
my emptiness
hanging for the limbo trial
Leafar Mamede
Written by
Leafar Mamede  Portugal
(Portugal)   
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     Weeping willow and Leafar Mamede
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