INSECTS

INSECTS


A day later, another also, in relentless pursuit

 for some time alone,

without the daily turmoil.

Without having to sell my soul to buy my bread,

without having to sleep on the broken glass

scattered in the cities,

its corners and its cold sidewalks,

under the curious gaze of passersby.
A day later, another unless the eternal struggle

for another new day,

 which repeats the same and known history.
An outstretched hand asking for a little affection,

 money, or even equal the other hand,

 in the gutters where they live with the rats, with insects.
Observing the following

insects suits for work ...

MARCOS LOURES