Putrid life
Having no one to resolve
Did not even is interested
The life kills the prayer
And the time dissolves,
I could not and did not want
Daring in its fullness,
And when it transmutes
The lot is of cold,
And vandal way
Without peace or sandalwood
Adding the most scathing
From the time so mean,
Summary read mine
In the missing or rotten life.
Marcos Loures
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