OTHER WAYS
Point to other ways from now,
Walk on several tracks, follow traces
Left by those who came there once
Burning fire, I do not fear nor resist
The flame that saw both ears
And always attracted by the light.
So many guards were and felt
In your mirror hidden figure I know me
In these many secrets my hugs
No empty walls between our views.
Without locks undressing me in your arms
I give myself, my beloved in our seats.
In the fire that devours our love,
In bed where I'm your disposal ...
MARCOS LOURES
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