AN OUTPUT

An OUTPUT

Seeking a way out and did not realize
Anytime I even welcome,
Love in a rough and autumnal leaf
With each new day will conceive,
And thus this life placebo
That every dream then already gathering
And deny the song, childishly
And how much could drink no more.
Lifting the old crystal bowl,
Even though made of a simple glass
Love for being so old finish
Do not leave any sign thereafter,
And so the mystery unravels
In the absence of judgment or discretion ...

MARCOS LOURES