I only wish ...
On the eve brings the tears of laughter
And goes down the face of clown,
Marking the makeup, each trace,
It shows a battle, a fight ...
For more than a fantasy, happy, either
I stumbled, following every step,
And with each new verse that now do,
The atrocious reality, burning and pulsates ...
Maybe he could rest a little,
Distant from this world intense and crazy,
I imagine the infinite wandering around ...
Returning in a moment to take a dream
What in the midst of thunderstorms I compose,
In the more susceptible eyes of a child ...
LOURES
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