ABOUT NOTHING
Played on nothing, simply
Cuts and fears of Thorns
Following without knowing where you are
Landing another moment, body and mind,
I predict that the sun will sometimes inclement
Labeling with such anguish terrors
And where would be the loves
Life indeed both mind
The world lost translating what
And nothing that I deserved remains
Otherwise the same farce as I see,
My world without rest or promise
As life continues or resumes
Love was never more than a glimpse ...
MARCOS LOURES
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