Singular path.
In the singular way
From the so many traces
Leaving beyond the stars
I presume myself alone,
And when I finally line up
Stubbornly alabaster
Tumbling old masts
When my turn sours wine,
And I try after the fact
The world where I note
The pay of this audacity,
I get to bequeath
The love, old placebo,
An act in the vain fallacy...
Marcos Loures
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