Ilusion.
You go peacefully in the streets,
I try your colors, beautiful fall...
Images of beautiful women,
My world is summarized in abandonment!
The mouths that dream, really cold,
Right now do not frequent my sleepiness.
Women passed, have been moons.
The negation replaying, in bad omens.
But behold, my fate is revealed,
In the curve of this road is approaching!
The light that flickers like sailing,
In seconds, in the lighthouse has become.
A beauty without equal, so the night,
Illusion of a wintery spring deceptive
Marcos Loures
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