Gloomy
Bringing this flag on my chest,
My verse is flooding into hope.
But even away from the pain reaches me
Invade surely room and bed,
And even if you could be entitled
Altogether it certainly throws himself beyond
Losing how much remains in trust,
The end is approaching. And all accepted.
And so I see only reflected
The absence of what was my life
Immersed in the bowels of this cave.
The lot is lost in folly,
The raging storm I do not dominate,
And death is approaching. So grim ...
MARCOS LOURES
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