Without escape
How much time could be happy and evading each step,
marking with terror and what
he could not let me to continue,
though often surrounded by the plots
of one lonely life of dead hopes
and sanguinary images than is thought about joy merely illusory....
How could there be in addition to this immense
and terrible aspect painful and fearful
of one meaningless life scars increasing at every moment,
in an eternal evasion without the clarity of light.
Only buffering every fall upon the old flukes
go deeper into the skin and nonsensical
it was not the end of this story already just as routinely usual.
Do not want more single the shadow of what could be better,
since each new lie of life increases
more and more pain, without escape ...
Marcos Loures
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