LOOKING FOR A GREAT LOVE...
Never would allow the pain lethal
That so much persecutes me and comforts me,
Love it is sometimes divine,
At the same time when sweetens deliberately kills.
Following verses on the fears that I carry,
Inherited from a one empty youth,
The Way among the thorns almost blind,
But the insane desire not giving up
From one day to be happy, nonsense,
But it I shall not tire of this battle
If me since the hard reality,
Walking upon the razor's edge.
"In the garden where butterflies flying,
Do not crush the pretty violet. "
(Final verses of Marcos Coutinho Loures)
Marcos Loures and Marcos Coutinho Loures