Porta Fechada / Closed Door
At first sight the door closed
It may seem after the journey,
Can evade that is ending the way,
There is nothing beyond that.
At first glance the pain you feel
Excruciating burning breast, sieve
Almost erases within us the flame who lives,
Almost insurmountable: steep incline.
At first glance the ground almost lack.
It’s like the Delete on the spot light.
Front of the darkness, the last candle:
The faith; semovente burning in the dark
Trying to transpose most high wall
When suddenly … window opens.
Poema Frederico Salvo
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