Squalls
Love that dominates us and does not allow
Any yearning beyond the libertarian
Notion of this term as required
And it was another time limit,
Not having even believe what
The wind round the stormy life,
That vague and elusive as reckless
Tracing how much I try or need.
Where there were seas and promises
Certainly I know that when you get back
Traced other time in various peace.
My world does not watch out while round
Luck that could face the wave
When the storm so if the soul does.
MARCOS LOURES
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