segunda-feira, 3 de setembro de 2012

DO NOT TELL ME OF SOLITUDE



DO NOT TELL ME OF SOLITUDE

Do not tell of this game, my beloved,
If you know me blurs loneliness
After so long without having anything
Love always decorates the heart...
At the time we live so alone,
We live all the pain of absence
The birds’ nests tired ask,
Life prepares for reward...
Do not stretch the wiles nor am skilled,
The colors that preparation, a thousand hues,
Who keeps the loneliness, you know, accounting,
In nonentities, are unhappy...
Do not be afraid that the morning is sadder,
Love, even the storms, will withstand...

MARCOS LOURES

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