MY MISTAKES
I could not have but my mistakes; hearty
Usual enticements of a life
At the same time intensive and without measure
While the more distant towards me birth;
The darkest lights in my room
The very persistence is devoid
Base preparing to farewell
And now I bring nothing to share yet
Life in face excuse, hard and thankless
Gradually each tie unties
And this soul is liberated without their weights,
Lost in immeasurable horizon
And when I meet you in the air friendly
Hounds and even light trails thirsty.
I could not have but my mistakes; hearty
Usual enticements of a life
At the same time intensive and without measure
While the more distant towards me birth;
The darkest lights in my room
The very persistence is devoid
Base preparing to farewell
And now I bring nothing to share yet
Life in face excuse, hard and thankless
Gradually each tie unties
And this soul is liberated without their weights,
Lost in immeasurable horizon
And when I meet you in the air friendly
Hounds and even light trails thirsty.
MARCOS LOURES
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