.:: Tempo Glauber - Poetry - Master From Minas ::.

In the compass of Drumond I learn myself
Removing stones in Rome
I climb stairs
I stumble
I telephone necessities
I give
I ask
Other continents await for me
Time to plant time to pick
Unexpected overtime work in anarchy
Time is tiny for such a huge passion
The machine of the world won’t grab me
I won lost my day
Smiling I said goodbye to old agony.

Poetry

Master from Minas