CYCLONE

CYCLONE

Looking back I see the evidence
From time where I could be happy
And when the day to day contradicts
penetrate in various precipices,
Losing directions, distant principles,
The verses of this simple apprentice
Grope where you can be happy
Still the same steps as in fictitious
Featuring the weekend while I try
Wander upstream of this wind
Which largely takes the dimension
Supreme and becomes a cyclone,
The discredit both this life
Delivery denial in my hands.


MARCOS LOURES