RARE SCREEN
Love rare framed display
Where are done crystalline
Charting what I really do not dominate
Gradually me reveals new path.
The dream goes on sea, sail the open,
Heading beyond the folly,
Wanted to be a boy again
Breaking the rude cell of society.
I wish if I could have hands
Sure other days where it can
Overcoming loneliness, rude notch,
And have hope this new grain
Plowing rough ground with tenderness,
On the screen that frames this love now.
MARCOS LOURES
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