Moments
Speaking of those moments
when I was happy or at least be thought
is like reliving a big lie
lost among so many and various delusions.
In the earlier clear horizons,
little by little the clouds
take over and misty evening announces
the starless night, moonless.
Life is like that,
inevitably brings suffering after so many hopes passengers
invaded by smiles and moments
where we feel we are unbeatable.
Daily work, the word which receives
and of the feelings that grow,
flower born painful loneliness
that inevitably will be taken on an empty bed
and heart full of nostalgia...
Marcos Loures
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