Noites sem fim, another version

"Endless sorrowful nights proceeded by the corners of the world, accompanied by beautiful jasmin flowers, without petals or colours, slowly changing its sad face, so full of pains and anguishes. And the melancholy that the winds seeded one day was gradually being lost, while new feelings bloomed through the air.

Beautiful voices of heroes where being heard through the earth and the sky, causing joy and astonishment. Hope ruled hearts and souls, while bravery and courage appeared everywhere almost like magic. Everyone seemed willing, that day, to risk their lives for dreams only declaimed. And that hope for so long repressed reappeared once again in the hearts of children and adults, seing the clear opportunity to change their own worlds.

But before beginning any fight, the heroes were hushed up, condemned to death or prison, while some of their allies lost ther own souls when they turned themselves agains their ideals and deceived those who once they called friends.

Poor fools that believed in promisses of wealth and salvation, that made those dreams become lost through clouds of fear and betrayal. Soon they were killed, without even having the time to contemplate their own illusions.

And this way, with brief verses of laments, shriveled the jasmin flowers before the pitiless void of time and oblivion, while the nights once again carried on their sorrowful path. And the beautiful voices, that once declaimed so many dreams, were bequeathed only to the old glory of verses and songs without memory, and their ancient words were lost with small fragments of our history.

Some of them, however, didn't remain just in oblivion, but were condemned to survive untill the end of their days in silence, no matter how much they cried for the world to listen. Souls without future, captives of a blur fate; poor men forced to left them and forget about life"

That's how it ends, the short passage of the dark flowers, only the darkness remaining through the gloomy scenery declaimed by myself. And the asphyxiant silence, which were off from here due to frail imaginary walls and brief traces of human voice, enfolds me with them over again.