CLIFFS
My direction was lost among the cliffs
Bluffs and cliffs, ridges,
Sorts proving treacherous
Loves are; of dreams, vile executioners,
And when you realize other bottles
Joys that judged true
Gradually my eyes you disappear
And I feel your terror, fears, and pains
I could not be happy and that's enough,
Ungrateful reality contrasts
With the entire huge dream in which I lived,
And when I find myself in so much pain,
Because I could be a dreamer
Only a ghost I see here ...
MARCOS LOURES
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