A GESTURE. MAYBE

A GESTURE. MAYBE

A gesture such lightness that could
Bring some point more eclectic,
How did a fool and even if unethical
Do not let he think of any prayer
And having that offers me the truth
For more atrocious yet and athletic
The world we dreamed of evil genetic
Gradually this shroud I now weave.
Won every stage there is nothing left
And the path that you see being fatal
Perhaps even redeem each crime,
Because only softens the light
Passed to death is more accurate,
Without whom relieve or even estimated.

MARCOS LOURES