Abandonment
I do not speak with sadness of destiny
What brought your spell by me.
Looking for since boyhood
The brightness of this scarlet mouth ...
Sometimes my hand very tired already
Of the more unnecessary that I compose poems.
Do not serve as a warning to my beloved,
Lost in every this charm dream ...
But speak clearly and with desire
I suffered so much that I do not want ... more
Loving only get this nostalgia
It hurts and does not forgive, without peace ...
We were not even thought about what
Love always hurts and abandons …
MARCOS LOURES
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