sadness is real, cold and dark as a cloudy sky, it dwarfs you like a tall, clean wall, stops you from seeing beyond and you know you have to run around it…
Sadness makes you very tired, is a river that carries you, little as an egg,
Sadness is a lesson you aren’t ready to learn yet, you sunk deep into its pit and only late you find it is bottomless
Sadness makes you sharp, attuned, but you have to sing its music with all your being
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I have to thank my Sensei for all the help I get, finding an english translation to my portuguese...I don't think you can write the same piece twice, at least I don't (well you can do it countless times but that's called copying not writing)
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