STORMS.

Navigate between various thunderstorms
I know how the harbor is necessary
Though many times foolhardy
The time now disenchantment gradients.
And I lost my way wrapped in grids
Or try again another scenario
That can transform the itinerary
While little by little displeasing,
Between chaos and sunsets cases, hoaxes,
While actually poorly disguised
The plots intermingle I raise webbing.
And the wind turned into reverse and mourning,
Only when we can hardly reluctant
And I know how much and you want I go inside out.

Marcos Loures