FALL
Fall is approaching and I see it
Only the end of the old dream
Gradually each step in the immensity
Expresses helpless and vain desire.
Love that had another opportunity,
An air perfectly brighter
And the world in which my soul now compose
It merely seeks some glimmer.
Do not fear what was coming, but envision
Empty instinct now this dream,
And the approaching ends at any moment.
Who had once been so happy?
Now if it goes by a whisker
Tint a gray sky and torturous...
MARCOS LOURES
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