FULL MOON
What was a beautiful sunset, a full moon
Dominates the night immersed in solitude
And indeed printing and thus
Of life that wanders into madness
The voice in how one perceives others
Beauty furthest denial
And I always bring new days
The singing mermaid in this bolder
Where imbuing me of wills
Losing the right direction and freedoms,
I could no longer follow their lives in peace,
And when the moon invades immense sea,
Will also have diving,
But nothing, not boredom, brings a wave ...
MARCOS LOURES
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