I loved you
Where are your eyes sad, that no longer see?
Where's the poetry that you have done?
The night is decked out without desire
And the luck almost always does not wear...
Wind that these palm trees balancing
On the beaches of this love I never had.
The hours without love are true
The remainder of what I think could not contain...
Now do not tell me in certainties
What do you know that is not my judgment,
Living without even to feel sorrows,
From nothing to nothing always satisfied ...
But I will never deny that I loved you
In verses and metaphors, in illusions
Marcos Loures
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