segunda-feira, 11 de fevereiro de 2013

BRITTLE BOAT



BRITTLE BOAT

The same face that brought harsh
Putting the rage when luck
Create what truly no more cutting
Although this is done singing wild,
I imagine this ever now by this,
And nothing, not even light fleeting comfort
While every dream, life abort,
Even some different certifying dream.
Enters in solitude each seed
Killing hatcher from starch,
Perpetuating a storm in us,
Said desired in new series
Presumably more than a joy unprofitable,
It is in vain to storm the fragile ship ...

CONFRARIA LOURES

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