THE OLD WALKER

The old walker.


The old hiker among the many different curves

 and a path meaningless and worthless,

 shrouded by darkness usual who,

while trying to find the light,

he found only the same darkness,

thinking there might be a sun,

 though expected,

never came or will.
The old hiker following the compass of a hope

 now function without losing the tiller and rudder,

 sinking in distant islands,

 isolated.
The old hiker standing with eyes,

 looking for any stars at night,

never again,

eventually.
The old hiker ...
Wanderer, beggar, crippled by disappointments.
Cut by broken glass scattered on the road...

MARCOS LOURES