I die from all what the world contains:
from what I saw, from what I heard.
I die from what I lived.
And die with myself, just
with loving and yet
desperate memories.
I die in full agony
for not feeling within
beginning or end.
I die, and the circle
stays, round, closed.
Inside I am everything and nothing.
(Cecilia Meireles)
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