AGED

AGED

Images dissolute of the past,
Creepy faces say it is not,
And when I could finally meet you
The world again illuminated.
Residuals torments, hard boredom,
And all you can see now
Let’s just as this pleasure
While love give me your message,
And while I know I could be happier
Living with such beauty youth
Now, battered by life
Still stand beside you,
And I know that every drop sipped
For gods and alchemists being woven...

MARCOS LOURES