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The last poem

So I wish my last poem.
To be tender saying the most simple things and less intentional
To be ardent as a sigh without tears
To have the beauty of the flowers almost without fragrance
The purity of the flame where limpid diamonds are consumed
The passion of the suicides who end their lives without reason

Notes

A version in the original Portugese may be found here
http://oldpoetry.com/opoem/show/117360

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  • Yemassee Moderators member
    March 24

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    After a lifetime of whatever it is we all go through...with all the conventions and complications, it would be good, when it's all said and done...to express the essence of who we are, and what it all meant. No artifice, no lies, no misunderstanding..."this is me, this is who I was...the purity and passion of my thoughts, my soul."

    And I want to thank OP Researcher MariGoes, for translating the poem.