WHERE?

WHERE?

The love of my life, losing direction
carried by the wind, no arrival point.
The world goes around with their problems,
the narrow streets, the immense distances
 among passersby,
although almost touching ...
Fears unanswered, the daily worries,
the bombs destroying dreams and undoing powder
what had been an ideal of brotherhood.
And lonely, I just watch myself
and I see that my love has lost direction ...
While other men also follow ...
Where?

MARCOS LOURES