NEVER TO IMAGINE
Never imagined new luck
Who became beyond mere twilight,
The time and is drawn in random
Who no longer find comfort,
The step time if another support
And the verse is drawn in rude delay
And how many times and so I try to get enough
Any hope of having a contribution,
The wind announce the soft tone
A verse in clarity and how obstacle
My step into the void that I hold,
At least it could be beyond
From all know that certainly comes
Exposing the heart to the rude wind.
MARCOS LOURES
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