Micael Magalhães
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Here rests Micael Magalhaes’ collection of thoughts. Writing as an art in the intention to relief its own mind of its demons and gods. To disclose his philosophical, noisy and paradoxical perspective of the world.

Poets perpetual lament

poets perpetual lament

I cry, I cry, I cry 

The meaningless reality 

Filled with all the garbage

The unfortunate fatality that is society 

My tears are the spring coming

They manure the soil

With all the misery of a spoiled milk

A stated document that rearranges the lament

There lie the gentry

Abusing the famished in order to keep privileged 

Circulating and inflating the social abysm

Abyss, abyss, bias abyss

Sustained by the envy of the wicked

Just try to smile

When your blood fertilizes the land. 

Micael MagalhaesLaments, Poetry, Cry