Born again
Will be born again in what how much
one should ever have been,
and must have been when it was forget
among the dungeons of the reminder,
the unhappy image hides the scars
left on eyes presumably more serene,
but one night unfailingly opalescent eternalized
inside the remainder of this unsolvable question
where my soul was had lost
without ever any light at the end of the horizon.
Living in the fullness of this dusk
and wrapped by disappointments,
maturing the uncertainty which
only maturity brings of the increasingly instantly
the future and the youth more and more
missed in the deepest recesses of what was joy,
I will myself vanishing and smoky,
with no possibility of return...
Marcos Loures
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