THE MARKS OF LOVE
I remember that time happier
When the expected life in joy.
If I had that much in the fantasy wanted
Living so much in harmony.
The eyes never sad, teary,
As the spring freshness steals
Dreaming of distant, beautiful meadows,
Wandering through space, another sphere...
The afternoon we arrived later brought me
Bitterness will never forget
Killing thought that was sweet
Leaving so many marks where I walked
The brands worn of the past
From the time I was also beloved...
MARCOS LOURES
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