Smoothly
There are so many troubles. Get used...
Stumbles are the just before the altar;
Reminding me of when I saw the sea,
I have lost to the beauty course and against direction.
If after the tempests I aplomb,
I have learned how beautiful the love is,
Dressing the light of the silvery moon,
Drinking until satisfied, take from the juice.
In the various adventures of life,
I could hardly deceive me and I can believe
Life teaches us that the, day by day...
And God has given us guns to fight,
The perspicacity and certain brute force,
Remaining me just the poetry...
Marcos Loures
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