In the morning soft breeze
The soft beauty of the morning
In the afternoon approaching, my twilight.
Life is demonstrated in this desire
Slowly destroys every anguish
My feet are tired from the journey
As long afternoon it goes.
I have no more excuses, no courage.
The time, foolishly, I've been betrayed.
I wish, in the desert of my dreams,
Reborn at the end, my horizon.
My days would be more smileys
Perhaps this source would enjoy.
A wind that wants a hurricane
In the afternoon trying to inflate my heart.
That, dead, knows no more sea.
Although this nostalgia for love ...
MARCOS LOURES
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