Without mysteries
A life without mysteries would not have
This beauty even when trying to
Overcoming any discord, a storm
That when there is no end ever postpones
And just seeing the immense fantasy
In which and through which the pain is increased
And how much time I see and torment me
As long as carries fear or joy,
Immeasurable time carousel feeding
Dictates the eternally spinning aimlessly
And the veil that covers so undoubtedly us
And the web not being becomes,
Generating immense source of pleasure
Only when exist is made more noble.
MARCOS LOURES
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