My Secrets.

My Secrets.


My secrets, do not comment
and neither is of interest to anybody.
If the memory dominates each line or even brings
I a new perspective, deep inside I know that it is illusory.
According fall short of who is done
more than merely at the mind
and life brings nothing else
except the ordinary disappointment and the same dead.
The homeless embarking where there might
be a dream that remains summarizes
the existence of this nebula,
wandering without haven finish and without any support,
to the wind and it loaded.
I have so many fears and at the end
just be sure of the vacuum that given me as a heritage ...

Marcos Loures