the art of losing

One Art The art of losing isn't hard to master; so many things seem filled with the intent to be lost that their loss is no disaster, Lose something every day. Accept the fluster of lost door keys, the hour badly spent. The art of losing isn't hard to master. Then practice losing farther, losing faster: places, and names, and where it was you meant to travel. None of these will bring disaster. I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or next-to-last, of three beloved houses went. The art of losing isn't hard to master. I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster, some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent. I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster. -- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident the art of losing's not too hard to master though it may look like (Write it!) a disaster.

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Hoje quero a morte Repentina, ou lenta, mas a quero. Assim como quem esta na morte, Mas deseja a vida. Me deixa partir desse mundo. Maldito sonho inacabado. Me deixa partir Eu não quero mais viver aqui. Dessa terra que mata os loucos. Desse mundo que é para poucos , Me acorde desse pesadelo, Me chame....me chame!!! Tira de mim essa dor; dá-me ar dá-me ar