ANY FARCE

ANY FARCE

I never imagined any farce
Where was beyond any dream,
And when dawn comes, comes,
The same loneliness. Old partner.
Look no more sense not disguise
Only redounding in contempt
Sneaks up and realize that no one
Presumably how life is so loosened.
Do not fear the variants of this time,
Even as it can in mishap
The ironies old who loves,
Played on the rocks, my ship,
The time when much in folly,
Luck pouring an empty drama.

MARCOS LOURES