GOOD MOMENTS
How could in good times
Making the verses traces of joy,
But I know when I photograph
Transmits only as discouragements,
Seeking keeps the old illusion
And the more fierce, more bleeding
And all this delirium is strife
Face with fear, many winds,
And I believe I have this slave house
The voice that is not listening, not more talks
And let it take the current,
Where did milder scenario
Life became hard obstacle,
Leaving me so much uncertainty ...
MARCOS LOURES
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