Este livro trata-se de uma compilação com as melhores poesias em inglês que já produzi. São cerca de cem textos com reflexões profundas sobre a vida e como o ser humano lida com seus problemas. Não é um livro de auto-ajuda, é uma obra voltada para reflexão com pinceladas das memórias do próprio autor que investiu uma década da sua vida produzindo este material. As inspirações são vindas de autores clássicos como Edgar Allan Poe, passando por Dostoiévski e chegando ao contemporâneo Neil Gaiman.
The wind whispered cold words
And I was trembling thinking of the worst
I saw a spirit walking by
Murmuring in his bed of lies
No matter what path I would take
In the end I?d be in the lost lake
The breeze made me scars so deep
And the lake was now a black sea
The reflecting moon seems a gate
To the hottest circle of hell
Where lies only the damned and the wasted
Falling forever in the never ending well
The darkness blinded my eyes
And left it to loneliness
Alone I heard her weak voice while she dies
A sweet voice of tenderness
There she goes in the lake
My hand was not the one she should take
Now the noise is gone
And the body seems peaceful and calm
Maybe my mind is filled with thorns
When I read the last psalm
I love her, but it has gone to waste
Now she belongs to the lake
( The Lost Lake)
The wind whispered cold words
And I was trembling thinking of the worst
I saw a spirit walking by
Murmuring in his bed of lies
No matter what path I would take
In the end I?d be in the lost lake
The breeze made me scars so deep
And the lake was now a black sea
The reflecting moon seems a gate
To the hottest circle of hell
Where lies only the damned and the wasted
Falling forever in the never ending well
The darkness blinded my eyes
And left it to loneliness
Alone I heard her weak voice while she dies
A sweet voice of tenderness
There she goes in the lake
My hand was not the one she should take
Now the noise is gone
And the body seems peaceful and calm
Maybe my mind is filled with thorns
When I read the last psalm
I love her, but it has gone to waste
Now she belongs to the lake
( The Lost Lake)
