CONFESSIONS
My confessions, mistakes, sins
Never allowed me salvation
While life traces the cool
Returning to my various spans and fatigues
Do not leave even more merely scraps,
Neither trying the new day, for they will come
Only the same distant without summer
Winter daily on these meadows.
Churches and demons polluting
How much could be endless
Scenario decomposed without tenderness.
Way without even one moment
Where could without harassment,
Left so much bitterness to me...
LOURES
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