NIGHT sepulchral
Of sepulchral night, I relive, stunned;
Fetters that maltreat me are chimeras...
Living in a chaotic marasmus,
Declined the parsimony of your steps
The cases of your love. Enthusiastic
Restrained, without waiting feelings,
Not jaws with bites in sarcasm.
The Love that does not promise foolish beasts!
Away from your eyes, the soul is lost
Presumably your pardon, with style.
I need to remake my world now
The pain of longing me hallucinates!
Surely to the finish the fantasy
The mark I gut, more somber...
LOURES
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