Tottering
My time approaches such steps in
That can translate in another moment
The same as actually try
As long as he could ever be,
Looking at these paths masterful
And releasing them thought
Wandering among the stars, my breath,
Expressed various directions sidereal
Inside the abyssal and this stigma
Finally harassing an old puzzle
A paradigm face every moment
I wish you could and never came
I face the day to day without fear,
But step by ruse, faltering...
MARCOS LOURES
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