A NEW DREAM
My hope made in this smoke
That fades into the storm...
The dream in my soul takes plumb
Wakes up diluted in longing...
My fears are hideous, but sincere.
Verses are forgotten in my chest...
Devour every day, sad, fierce,
Bringing this bitter, unhappy...
The illusions left me captive
Departed along more diverse
The boats were wrecked of my dreams
Among these shackles of my verses...
I still try a new dream
That can save me from the dreadful end!
MARCOS LOURES
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