MANY DREAMS

MANY DREAMS

Before the altars so many dreams
And each of them revealing mistake
How hard is made in full damage
Adding up the various discontents
Times change every plan
And weave robes with ominous terror,
And I can assure you in my fears
Useless known humans.
So petty days are frequent
And even here when you already missing you
Your scent makes any room,
Because they could be freed,
But the more the dream finally desert
From you have I cannot and do not turn away.

MARCOS LOURES