Carried by the wind
My pain carried by the wind,
Infects also those who always loved.
The most hideous things that I dreamed,
The wind was transport, suffering.
In music we sing, my cherish,
It shows what ever wanted.
Love that in my life, was the law
Now is dispersed in a torment.
Purple lilies decorate my soul.
And nothing that I have to calm me down,
Except the smile of my dream,
Than the night never again to loaded,
I cannot calm down love, never,
Wait for death, and she does not come ...
MARCOS LOURES
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