My partner
Longing, my partner
dominating my thoughts
In verses that I dedicate a fleeing.
memories that I cut, counterfeited ...
Heavy defenses and this bag ...
In the sea of nostalgia such sparkling,
Swells wild, empty beaches.
Lost in this crazy thunderstorm
Hands bringing wounds still opened ...
Looks shortage that tease,
Not worth even a misfortune.
The gods who so fragile, always invoke,
Well aware from this life, always afflicted ...
Longing that carries a lifetime,
opening in my chest, this flag ...
MARCOS LOURES
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