BASEMENT OF MEMORIES

Basement of memories


My world collapsing at a difficult time,

 the deceptions of a feeling bold and corrosive,

crossing immense mountains,

 ridges, searching without result

 for some sign of change.
The response in some forgotten corner of the past,

in the drawers of memory,

 making a futile search of all hope.
Speaking of old songs and we were lost

without leaving footprints,

 an eternal storm between the sands

of the desert we passed.
I could never imagine

 that everything ended well.
In the dusty basement of memories.

CONFRARIA LOURES