SO MANY TIMES

SO MANY TIMES

Friend, often wanted the sun,
The darkness dominated the scene
And without clarity in afterglow,
The day continues reckless ...
Only stumbling commonplace,
The old scars; Brandy
The laughter that judged true,
My soul without medicine, pretend, mind
My world was wrong from the beginning,
I could not understand another truth
Now, collecting what I deserve
There remains even freedom ...
Perish in the sewers and gutters
Smiles and joys? Openings comets ...

MARCOS LOURES