MY DEAR FRIEND
Friend; often wondered
That road, which way to proceed,
And come again to ask you,
Tired of living this way,
Meeting as the only displeasure,
No hope for the future
As much as I try yet again come
Following the guiding star to lose
In heaven they imagined quieter,
The world mistreating who dreamed,
Luck is scarce and rare say,
Emptying so immense stock
Where deposit illusions,
Friend, show new directions ...
MARCOS LOURES
Friend; often wondered
That road, which way to proceed,
And come again to ask you,
Tired of living this way,
Meeting as the only displeasure,
No hope for the future
As much as I try yet again come
Following the guiding star to lose
In heaven they imagined quieter,
The world mistreating who dreamed,
Luck is scarce and rare say,
Emptying so immense stock
Where deposit illusions,
Friend, show new directions ...
MARCOS LOURES
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