Against the
fury
Nothing can
rage against
Who tries a chance?
And if I see
in such a whimper
The path where
to go
Unaware of
such negligence
The path while
bid
Always
bringing the harsh insult
What indeed
reach us?
Summarizing
this hope
And in which cannot
be tamed
Reducing all
dream.
I pretend
nothing, or even mourning
As time
shrewdest
Brings how
decompose.
MARCOS LOURES
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