Marshes.
The marshes that the life presents me
during the night on immense loneliness,
Dressed in the false light
an illusion the life is transformed into vain storm.
And, when a brand new day we try,
the time will show how much most painful
it than dream makes vain
and even encourages us another charm into a fool dawn.
And when you see the end of everything,
in the webs of a pleasure,
I do not delude myself,
and I see the reality always so.
The whole getting lost in a thousand pieces
and where they had thought of strong links,
finally I see nothing on me.
Marcos Loures
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