Love, my great love ...
Warmth so lazy that awakes
Do not let those who loved to sleep.
Love a sentinel always alert
Although it the distance, I will hear you ...
Words that we let go, more dispersed,
They do not fit in my verses tedious,
From the conversations we expect so much
Now what do I do with my dreams?
Plays on the bed, meaningless,
Do not let my eyes most closed,
Losing myself in the arms of oblivion,
The dreams became harsh fates ...
Beloved do not allow this to occur,
Love so gentle, relieve me!
Marcos Loures
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