Not speak of that dream

Not speak of that dream


Not speak this sleep that does not reach
Not singing in vain these my verses.
Love that so had does not refuse
Not even in the most diverse torments.
Love always and leg troubles me now
I beat I will be not even won.
The course of this life that drives
Love that had denied divided.
Now that I see your absence
In the most painful nights without your arms.
Here, lying away from the hugs,
I hope your lucid agreement
To throw back my fatigue,
Thy bosom, my path and my lap ...

MARCOS LOURES