Bitter life
The doubt that prevailing
Marking the deprived
Reason bitterly life
On atrocious night, sincere.
And the longer you wait
Constructed the evening
On the frames of departure
In the grip of this wild beast
I watch my way
Wandering about where I line up
And I know that nothing comes
Just looking at this
No light and nowhere
Filled with disdain...
Marcos Loures
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