Our struggles
Friend, in our struggle for life,
So many times I thought I was alone.
Accumulating pain and parting
Hope dying made dust...
It took some time without knowing it,
That never found solitude...
In this terrible waits for living
So much love, or maybe a passion;
I confounded everything, my friend...
Loneliness with sadness and longing,
Nostalgia to persecute this dream,
That one day may have, in freedom...
But who has a friend, have a brother!
I’m secure, never had solitude!
MARCOS LOURES
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