I'm happy?
No more will hear my heart,
I know it hurts and wounds me,
Who knows if I'll have the solution
In search of the moon that reflects
The verse that I've done more pained,
The lonely cry of the wolf,
Ever, in their seas, was happy,
And in this verse nearly silly story
The last sparks of love,
Slept like everything I've ever had,
Living without knowing that if I do not,
Love without nostalgia, survives...
Pretending that I will be happy,
Love that me robbed the freedom...
Marcos Loures
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