Day by day.
I believe it can without fear
Winning those most atrocious earthquakes,
And in this way towards the mouths
Following thou be without truly aloof,
In so much that as attempted to go,
Listening to more distant voice harsh,
The dreams traveled when executioners
By killing did not even leave flowers,
However when absorbed into each impact
The life parading on new pact
Marked by the anxieties of the future,
And when penetrated in hindsight
Daring to believe in the old nests
Where the day to day do I configure.
Marcos Loures
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