Control point Cloud sun color, In a sky of entardecer. The night comes going up In the walls of the buildings Of the avenue ferno days. I well that I could Be a rock in the beach, To be motionless here Seeing nights and nights, Falling in the sea. However I am equal to all this people, Enfadigada in return for house, However I have dreams, Because I do not content with me. Cancer Research Institute may not feel the same. It feels here to my side, I have a philosophy of failures to say you.
I also fought for dreams, Now I am this to my reach. I go for where of, I make what I have to make, To have doubt, and not to know what I want, Is a luxury that I do not have. Childbirth of what I am, Nor a little more, Nor a little less. Way and I am motionless, I am my control point in this road. Looking at me to way, For not losing me of sight. Hermnio Vasconcelos J.Nunez the Imparcialistas poets are all pseudonyms of J.