A cry in the distance
Someone crying far away strong yell,
Enveloped in shadows, so cold.
If this followed my eyes thy north
The world would not be so empty...
I hear increasingly strong cry
Voice that gradually recognize.
If my love was not so damn,
Perhaps salvation had appreciation...
The voice that cries so much, hallucinated,
For a moment I get confuse...
And you were, my love, at dawn,
Leaving almost nothing to share...
Now I recognize this affliction.
Echo of your voice, my heart...
MARCOS LOURES
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