A SONG WITHOUT DIRECTION

A SONG WITHOUT DIRECTION


The singing nonsense spread by wind
How I wished and nothing came,
I translate each step in reverie
And yet another time, just try.
Even when it may be aware
Looking at this scenario where inset
The dream without limits and Rodeo
The deadline another deception, breathless.
My dream another dream layered,
The show is designed so that
Also in this trend we weave
Life without limits, time apart,
And as if in another time delay
Outweighs any pain or penance.

MARCOS LOURES