Emerging in my eyes
Appearing into my eyes, poetry;
Making a good dream glitter,
The moon spreading invade the day,
And it shows clarity in the same tone.
The lights on the night begins
Guarantees the day to gentle rare gift
Which is made of beauty on fantasy,
The melody soothes, soft sound.
Bringing to life the feeling
Of eternal youth, inexhaustible;
Gradually come a dawning emotion
Who spills over us happiness,
Becoming our land more arable
Bringing in our chests the freedom ...
Marcos Loures
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