Monday, August 18, 2008

Feverish

Diversity is nature's attribute
And it prevails amongst the sentient beings;
What pleases one, to a second does not suit,
Medicine might be, poisonous it seems.
Hell in the heaven, paradise in filth,
This enjoyment of taste is never missed;
The entities indulge and feel no guilt,
To a camel, the own blood is like a feast.
Everybody's conception about bliss
Is naturally felt and very clear,
Except to me: Being puzzled about this
Even basic distinctions vague appear.
Though hardly tolerating such a heat
I just wonder how pain can be so sweet.




Metre: Italian hendecasyllable

Demian Martins©2008 copyrighted in the National Library,Brazil

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