Either
Only a shadow among so many,
forgotten in any nasty figuration of what could be life,
traveling slowly among the peaceful streets
and those corners of was calmer of what life.
Only then will no longer fear
for my own mistakes that, unfortunately,
repeat and carry me to the end without
even the smallest escape.
Those demons who feed and farming
gradually devouring the remnants of common sense,
and bringing the sweet taste of the madness discerning and redemptive.
Just one shadow of what it attempted on smooth air
and palatable, embarrassing the feet between
the roots of dead trees and decaying, just that.
The end is coming and barely breathes,
only foreign to my several and dispersed ways
with nothing else to trace,
daring to believe in a tomorrow that will never come.
Simply echoing inside my madness.
Absolutely...
Marcos Loures
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