CROSSES

CROSSES

I am so much and no, nothing leads me,

Secrets? Do not have nor want,

If my life in dreams I spice

That damn it anyway, fantasy.

The mouth that spits me, that I wanted,

A kiss more atrocious, bold and fierce,

The mistakes I make, others that generate,

Leaving apart this utopia...

Wearing stellar drivel,

Yank the old garden roses

And so I leave only thistles and heathers

I walk these mountains you've been through,

And seeing my lord, as wear

Wonder if you’re earned crosses...

MARCOS VALÉRIO MANNARINO LOURES