I PRESS

I press

 Eyes seek

Colors so that nothing could

Extend the forgotten image

The corners of the house,

Old abandoned house

For the mistakes of a life without value,

Pouring in new and fatal mistakes.

Eyes looking through wilderness

Terms and be

What more would not

But the very fact

Aged and clumsy

The future becomes past tense.

The wall fell, the wind raging,

The negligence,

Whimper?

I press...

CONFRARIA LOURES