MIRROR

MIRROR

I could not hide my disappointment
Seeing your arrival, after rain
The love we had thought before, charming,
No longer fits in dreams, fragile mantle.
And when you thought you broke up
That would have nothing more in my life,
Suffering live, rule and law,
All hope absent, already lost.
But this housing which now remains
Only mockery, scribbling
Only reality thus certifies
The meat is always fatuous, rotten and dirty ...
It was nice to have met you; mirror friend
Aging well, I die with you ...

MARCOS LOURES