SMILES

SMILES


Fix my mistakes with smiles
And I try to believe what did not,
The world as much in tone alien
Expresses the most varied losses.
The ringtones that are inaccurate sought
The mantle now ignite another tone
And drink the fantasy and know that yearning
Winning the various false wisdom teeth.
Resplendent moon did not bring
Even an emotion marking the plague
In discordant trait and nothing else.
My verse spreading aimlessly,
How badly I not been able dominate
And I know that loneliness really comes.


MARCOS LOURES