NEITHER MORE MARTYRDOM NOR STORMS

NEITHER MORE MARTYRDOM NOR STORMS

Neither more martyrdom nor storms
Delusions are common to those who yearn,
But when the moon is full and never dies,
Only as many days in storms
And the kiss that truly encourages you not
While loneliness surrounds and back,
Losing all the blood in my vein,
Feeds me crazy and anemic;
Serving retail whom weave
A quilt made in death, new cloths,
Having no errors beyond the old damage,
Death come which boon,
Scratching the map so any shade
One who hated and now haunts you.

MARCOS LOURES