ABORTION
With each new dawn, the absence of sun tried farming becomes more dire, and the constant snowfall gradually rots my dreams and sipping in huge gulps moods that poisoned exhale through every pore, a spurious and harmful autophagy.
So many times I dreamed ... Imbecile child whose toy - happiness - faded amid a huge mountain of debris.
Time and again, as a fatuous fire, try to expel the soul some light. But I know its base, its raw material is done with the decomposition of my helpless and dead illusions.
The time gradually shortens the distance and Mother Earth decreases, encouragement, and for my last dive awaited ...
MARCOS LOURES
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