My Smile,that reminded me of so much joy - is now part of the memories.
My Body,the temple of life - is now crumbled and old.
My Feelings,the flowers of spring and the warmth of summer - have become cold,frozen.
My Mind,the face of humanity,has traded its wisdom for chance.
My Eyes that once were bright,have become dark and faded.
My Voice,the sweet song of the sun; warm and deep - has become harsh and filthy.
My Heart,that showed limitless love to the world,has put a thick cover over it,to never be found.
My Touch,the one that left many feeling desire and closure - Limited itself to its primary senses.
My Soul...is sick.
Daniel Viana Alencar.
