SPRINGTIME

SPRINGTIME

We harvest flowers - spring-
Cultivate only hope so
And in another moment the wind suddenly a
Denied how a soul in vain hopes,
Landing where life is lost
And the cut is again present
Labeling with evident tenderness or
Will most atrocious of a chimera,
Summing each line only in
The whole which is sought and more dispersed
Navigate between these waves as hostile,
But I know how much you can on your side
Living the dream much thought,
And get my hands on everything they wanted.

MARCOS LOURES