PIER
Among feral jackals in ambush
The path I follow is shown
In the absence of hope more loved,
While loneliness thus spreads,
I still see the distance, sand and beach
During the lifetime sailed
Seeking any pier, but nothing sustains
Just me asking me to go in vain.
I am reluctant to even realize the chance
And as much as raging already moving forward
In grasping this delusion shipwreck
But life mistreats and as I know,
So it is that makes your law
And certainly always this immense goodwill.
But nothing is better than fantasy...
MARCOS LOURES
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