NOTHING IN MY HANDS

NOTHING IN MY HANDS

Never imagined so
The whole as a bit faded,
And as you once thought endless,
Certainly at a time deforms,
The world becomes at most
E generates new instant summarizing
As much as I wanted distracting
Denying a reform sentiment.
Introducing order at each instant,
Only the void is ensured
And fear dominates us fully,
In a flash dive brooding,
And each harvest the fruit of a past
And nothing in my hands already present.

MARCOS LOURES