CASTAWAY HOPE

Castaway hope

Had they perhaps wanted
There were so treacherous life
If I do my flag of illusion,
I will never have this sort of boon,
How the empty one obeys
In source where drought is true,
I cannot against life in ultimate
Hideous face, not all over weaves
Childbirth withheld, another abortion
Ship aimlessly searching the harbor
In no way, north or towards,
And as much as I could until I sail,
But being eternally foolish and blind,
Wreck hope I always assume ...


MARCOS LOURES