Love, eternal love.
For more than illusions are simple
To dream is to break old fetters
Life is all performed in vortices
Moments of pleasure are infrequent,
Taken by immense emotions
The carrying knife between my teeth
More exposed to the a variety of temptations,
Watering seeds of hope in vain.
I believe in the tomorrow, and that living
Relief for the pain customary
The open heart, chest proud,
By pouring through the pores, abundant love,
Spines of the roses are partners,
But it is worth, of course, every flower...
Marcos Loures
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