THE LOVE
Fear hatching every farce
And how there was not reflected
As much as one seeks or promises
On the whole when life now loosened,
Step nonsense masquerades
And as another tone I rebelled,
A soul that will certainly compete in
Reflects this desire more sparse.
And seeing the stubbornness so close,
The boldest dreams I awake
And I see that nobody sleeps with me,
Embracing certainly the pillow,
Solitary commonplace scenario,
Love is a mere dream that I chase ...
MARCOS LOURES
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