CAPTURE

CAPTURE

Retreat of my dreams which is both
Generate some luck and nothing has
Otherwise this rude and fierce emotion
That can translate into disenchantment,
The verse is announced in rare surprise
And fear is proposed to come as
In sordid expression; capture
The weight is molded while singing,
And try this sort of new roof
And I know how much I can and complete
In the old illusions of being a poet,
The fight has no end, and again,
While the heart denies the promise
That there is so much packed into the void...

MARCOS LOURES