quinta-feira, 6 de setembro de 2012

ROADS

ROADS

Fear translating what I have left
And I know the walk back to nothing
The path drawing new residence
Introducing the party on and off.
A life without love, I know no good
Remove from my eyes the dawn
And certainly when this illusion is lost
Only the void now he confirms.
Hidden places within the soul,
Where he could not calm
And do not bring light to share,
Of the many good times from the past
Now that the design and even invade
Translates the most diverse and rugged trail.

MARCOS LOURES

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