Even if I went through the same thing, I would come back.
Bringing out of the darkness the light that becomes day
Well tempered by the hodgepodge of customs
It would be advantaged by the fortune of the summits
And it would bring for the twelfth time the emotion
Hidden deep inside me like a trapdoor
Of secrecy, which is resorted to in a storm
Enjoying life through the stages given by age
Tasting the whole meat in public services
While houses are the bane of unique wars
I congeal the orientation of feeling, world
With tears the evil and good of the world.
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Everything is Tears
by Januário Esteves
Bio:
Januário Esteves was born in Coruche and was raised near Costa da Caparica, Portugal. He graduated in electromechanical installations, uses the pseudonym Januanto, and has written poetry since he was very young. In 1987, he published poems in the Jornal de Letras and participated in some collective publications over the years.
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