The Muse
However much was a friend and affectionate,
With every good want to this world,
I know to be so complex and capricious,
For this reason foolish and vagabond,
The Muse does not only involve joy,
Would you like all love, blind and deep,
What is a millionaire or seedy,
Poem delicate, or even unclean,
The Muse surrendering without barriers,
The bed of Baudelaire and the Oscar Wilde
Even of the rude Loures, do visit.
Eternal whore, candy and dirty,
It took a moment to be caused
If delivery without limit; this blessed.
Marcos Loures
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