ONE DAY IN PEACE ...
Do not want to turn into storm
The rude gale that brought me
Scenario that turns the heavenly tone
And the more one enters more destroy,
The dream declaring liberty
The soil without limits, so wild,
The cut at the root when you come
And while meaningless in brevity.
I surf the plots of the past
And see how much had been abandoned
The unique all a yearning,
The verse comes in vain defense
And clear game cards on the table
Trying some time alone. Normal ...
MARCOS LOURES
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