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The cancer is born without a cry sudden and perverse blossom beauty of killing poppies which liquefy the body rough red sea of pain by seconds minutes hours days months years centuries millennia eternity in the heart pulse and tears drop

LET IT BE Idiot let it be! Don't think intellectually on life that runs away from you sterile misunderstood. Laugh like them from culture. Disdain from art and poetry. Fill you up with the futile life they live

Islet of Rolas (São Tomé and Príncipe) The space of unheard beauty nullify us! Earth-sea-life of micro-macro luxuriant beauty lock us up in surprise of silence persistent echo of the initial night. The besieged thought never