TRACES
Sometimes searching for traces
What surely one day I went,
While today I am uncertain what flows
Life evading old ballasts.
Looking in vain for the stars
As much as I imagine now collapses
My world in a moment, up only destroys
Not left nor the structure of masts.
Just a reminder still bring,
I now see how much havoc in rude
Rubble who both wanted and nothing.
The fight was always draws inglorious
In heaven the same melancholy moon
Amid so many clouds, hazy...
MARCOS LOURES
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