The same image.
Passing by the eyes the same image
without meaning than was lost in a dreamy way,
the verse does not translate some more light,
only a teary darkness of night enveloped
by the most daring and ferocious winds that could meet.
Crossing times where salvation would be present,
without even realizing some resistance,
death approaches and drinking every sip of this source,
depleting my strength and expectancy
of defoliating the verge by transforming the gray scenario,
where the soul seeking any rest grayish.
Marcos Loures
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