| par Catarina Abreu | |
| [Publié sur : ] Mar 6, 2003 | |
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| Genre: Poesies | |
| https://www.tigweb.org/express/panorama/article.html?ContentID=1074 | |
| Imagination is my creator But I'm always living In hope that you'll see us. Our voices are ringing Loud and clear through the minds With the power to change And create new dreams. Imagination has brought us here But theirs has left them cold. Voices ring loud and clear But nothing is heard. Mind games are played While our blood is dying. It's hidden behind manipulation Deceit and contempted lies. What's to be done? What mellowdramatic play Will they pull onto us? When will they stop hiding? Catch me when you can, In the middle of a daydream I might see you And hope for a hero to come. « retour. |
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