Any survival
Reborn after the inevitable crash,
daring to believe that it is still possible to revitalize
the fantasies lost in the shadows of the past
immersed in each look most insecure.
Pleasures are various,
but none bring me the desired face,
the look is lost and brings armed fake,
played in the corners senseless
My horizon sparse and without brilliance
no more permitted me to any fight,
just repeat the debacle of those who fear
and has nothing more.
In this single detail,
a rebellious and stupid hope,
which could to bring some survival?
And nothing more...
Marcos Loures
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