My weakness

My weakness

Spring from my senses the odor of wisdom

Return to me the power of living

I am dead

Empty in feelings

Within my dealings

There is nothing to admire

Nothing to be noticeable

Nothing appealing

Return to me spirit of distance

Return and whisper

Whisper the hallow voice of emotion

Grasp the mourning of devotion

Swallow my deeds

In anger fierce

Return and stay

Marvelous brightness

White my path,

my knowledge

My wisdom is weak

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by Augusto Filho