MERE GOODBYE

MERE GOODBYE

Do not want to believe it to be so,
My step toward despair follows,
And when in fact the distemper
Generate as much as there is within me.
Fury as taking me to still have
Time aimlessly or advantage
And surely know that even accepted
While it is always me who infest.
An unstable walker without stopping,
In this boundless longing, through life,
And I know how the fight is lost
And surely such changes visage.
At the bottom of your eyes I see my,
And drink what you say, mere goodbye ...

MARCOS LOURES