NIGHT HAZY
The nights are hazy, without the moon
Luck does not see any chance
And when some luster this nuance
Although distant in vain acts,
The death approaches and continues
While much alone moving forward
How much and could not bid
Life in a picture naked.
Perhaps even leaving the cliff,
These abyssal trenches, I acknowledge,
And when the terror know the address,
And could return from the start
Knew walk among thorns,
The days would not be treacherous ...
MARCOS LOURES
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