REFLECTIONS
The love that had united us for so many years,
around the fireplace, on winter nights,
looking for some feeling that bring us
relief from joint pains,
to the everyday problems
and the eternal desire for change
(dream banal, but highly significant, as a fishery on a weekend),
yet tried, that love, fight the weather variations,
changes in mood,
life crises that erode slowly which seemed made of steel.
Stainless.
The love that was lost and guided himself,
leading to moments of hatred and grudges,
until you reach the apex of destruction,
the utter indifference,
that love was like the old mast
of a boat rotting by stupidity and selfishness.
Now that winter is undeniable and unquestionable,
the snow white hair touched by the loneliness
tells me a useless autumn and summer
thrown in the trash of an empty life.
The attack, the shroud, the grave ...
Only reflexes than met throughout the seasons ...
MARCOS LOURES
The love that had united us for so many years,
around the fireplace, on winter nights,
looking for some feeling that bring us
relief from joint pains,
to the everyday problems
and the eternal desire for change
(dream banal, but highly significant, as a fishery on a weekend),
yet tried, that love, fight the weather variations,
changes in mood,
life crises that erode slowly which seemed made of steel.
Stainless.
The love that was lost and guided himself,
leading to moments of hatred and grudges,
until you reach the apex of destruction,
the utter indifference,
that love was like the old mast
of a boat rotting by stupidity and selfishness.
Now that winter is undeniable and unquestionable,
the snow white hair touched by the loneliness
tells me a useless autumn and summer
thrown in the trash of an empty life.
The attack, the shroud, the grave ...
Only reflexes than met throughout the seasons ...
MARCOS LOURES
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