ICE AND FLAME
I do not know that ice catch fire
Loves and cruel fate,
Making those dreams as vagrants,
The waters that reflect our sky...
I cross the street, not protect,
Canopies that is lost, cardboard,
The pains that found for right governing
The crazy storms, heart...
But malls plot in perfume,
The high clouds deny loneliness
Happiness is good to accustom
Knowing that will have a lot of passion...
Love delighted generating pleasure
In the streets and paths of hope...
MARCOS LOURES
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