TRACES
Looking for traces you left
In so many emotions that still carry,
Life preparing a knot,
Loneliness takes place in such a wear,
And I know evil when in fact you noticed
The time where the entire noticed
Generated dream where I surf
The melody is announced and when employment
The voice in another sense will contrast
Even when I see and suppresses
The most sublime as desired
In the barren illusions of a troubadour,
Trying to trace each footprint
From what became disenchanted,
Meeting in the final silence and pain.
MARCOS LOURES
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