REBIRTHING

Rebirthing

An image that can translate
Beyond mere face of the last
Beaten and henceforth scorning
With nothing to guarantee any future,
And as far as the assumed life
The price in another moment drawn
Do not fear the most delicate way
Nor see nothing to stop me,
Not measure nor deserve another piece
Not so much that now I stumble on
Scarce elements; going to end,
And the body little by little rude beast
Rotting while degenerates,
Reborn in a flowering garden...

MARCOS LOURES