Audacious?
The love that, meaningless or at least to more audacious,
seeps among fingers of the poet,
assuming constant faults
and reflecting a complete lack of coherence,
traveling by road without more certainty
an unusual unless in those fatal
will corrode and shape them scenario where life unfolds,
this same love will sparsely in the mists
and generates the sunset where diving without defenses,
fears and also without hope.
A little bit of what we represent
the end of every act of this play until duck than in the scenes,
the audience was ecstatic away,
taking pieces of what had been
one useless and profitless reality
for a life foolishly futile.
Marcos Loures
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