sábado, 31 de dezembro de 2011

Marshes.

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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