How I feel

Nothing good, if not outburst ...
arlequinal not fake that dismal solitude.
You there!
to feed the great evening twilight.
What good is halo be a great circle, the alliance of friendship has been broken.
Inert, word of great inertia, that the profession will not have.
Nothing can!
Nothing you! Why diminuente life; intristece me?
what's the use! The poem I escutar.Se loneliness is tremendous!
Loneliness is the circle tanta.Que halo, no longer the clear sun, and neither have you to take the big clear in the moonlight.
Arlequinal ... gloomy ... macabre ...
false! false! false!
I imagine so much ... And do not give a chance ...
Did you have Impire philosophy to help me?
Or deceptive fallacy that is pure sophistry of lawyers (...)

Autor: Jonathan M. Santos - versão inglesa