STAR COLD
Where hid the cold star
That much became false in dark night
How much was lost in such demand
My soul is empty without remedy
The drunk would funambulist
The fall on the stone blurred and hard
Sign of worth and as such madness
Only leaving me a gale.
Opening hatches still see
Wreck of a stupid desire
Dawning in vain, crude chimera
And step toward meaningless or
Saying how much life out in vain
Not even having an emotion that awaits ...
MARCOS LOURES
Where hid the cold star
That much became false in dark night
How much was lost in such demand
My soul is empty without remedy
The drunk would funambulist
The fall on the stone blurred and hard
Sign of worth and as such madness
Only leaving me a gale.
Opening hatches still see
Wreck of a stupid desire
Dawning in vain, crude chimera
And step toward meaningless or
Saying how much life out in vain
Not even having an emotion that awaits ...
MARCOS LOURES
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