MEMORIES

Memories

So often loved,

 I have only memories of moments of joy.
But I know that even if they were rare,

these moments were worth a lifetime.
The desire forgotten in basements,

 winter taking hold of life with her icy presence,

 prevents feel the seething emotions.
But the memories are alive,

 and are reborn every day,

every moment.
For them, and for them only,

 some pleasure there remains a solitary life,

 which creeps,

 leading currents of disappointments tied to toe...

MARCOS LOURES