THE DAILY

The DAILY

Tomb of the hope the day by day
Spread only as the storms
And these eyes see other such
Bringing in the face excuse irony
Well as I could more or try
Life repeats itself in rituals
And the usual errors and venial
Express whatever I could.
Result of other times, atrocious life
And I know when it burst; firm we
And bankruptcy generates immense chaos.
But having a rare support without charges
While tenderly thou bring me peaceful
In the arms of friendship I make it up.

MARCOS LOURES