O relógio
vai marcando imparavelmente o curso do tempo
inexoravelmente
aproximando-se da estação de destino…
Um redemoinho
em turbilhão vai acentuando o vazio
de um
destino que podia ter sido e não foi
de cores
vivas ora tisnadas e esbatidas
pelas
intempéries de um tempo corrente
sem que uma
batalha pudesse iniciar o seu curso
cortada
cerce por deuses imperturbáveis e cruéis…
ironia
final a de um cavaleiro que reuniu a coragem
de
enfrentar medos e lutar pelo sonho maior
antes de
iniciar a peleja ficar só numa mar revolto
perdido
numa tormenta sem luz e sem cor…
The clock is ticking the course of time
inexorably approaching the destination station ...
A swirling whirlwind accentuates the emptiness
destiny that could have been and has not been
of bright colors now discolored and faded
by the weather of a current time
without the battle could begin its course
cut in begin by imperturbable and cruel gods ...
final irony of a knight who mustered the courage
to face fears and fight for the biggest dream
before starting the fight, stay alone in a rough sea
lost in a storm without light and without color ...
inexorably approaching the destination station ...
A swirling whirlwind accentuates the emptiness
destiny that could have been and has not been
of bright colors now discolored and faded
by the weather of a current time
without the battle could begin its course
cut in begin by imperturbable and cruel gods ...
final irony of a knight who mustered the courage
to face fears and fight for the biggest dream
before starting the fight, stay alone in a rough sea
lost in a storm without light and without color ...
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