IF LIFE PERMIT

IF LIFE PERMIT

If life allowed the full love
Who gave up too much and never seen
Even an emotion, a trail and sights
Perhaps nothing without reprimand propose
And everything you thought to decompose,
The charm increasingly withdraws,
And although new time is preferred,
Death is what I have left, which favor.
And both could be different
There was so hurt each verse
I try to voice tired and hopeless,
Diving within me and not find
Even any delirium and having nothing,
The time to live, only dark ...

MARCOS LOURES

SHADOWS OF THE PAST

SHADOWS OF THE PAST

Shrouded by shadows of the past
No more outgoing and try though
A time so bitter is what it feels like,
The death cry echoes strong on high,
Resides within me a hard fate,
And when another path if present
The chest pain and revolves so frequent
I do not see any trace illuminated.
Could see in the eyes of this sun,
The clear feeling, rare lighthouse
But all withholding fantasy,
Only I still have the shroud,
The scene that sees harsh and baleful
Happiness never been seen ...

MARCOS LOURES

WHERE RAISIN

WHERE RAISIN

Where raisins cues demarcated
Way to chase every moment
The world is so fascinating
Where is this message shown
Let each step, side by side
How could stun
Scenario that is degrading to thee,
But always mesmerized me.
I could not know happiness,
Just any dream satisfies
And let fall asleep in order for peace
Because this illusion while invades
Floods the heart of a poet will,
The life even if not already filled ...

MARCOS LOURES

THE SUN AND THE WIND

THE SUN AND THE WIND

The tracks you left finally chase
And try to conceive your presence,
Will becoming so intense,
Although it envision any danger,
The much wanted to be with you,
And I know that look in your indifference
Dictating a painful and futile sentence
And I condemn her to homelessness.
But even so, I no longer fear the luck,
And finally when approaching death,
I'll make sure this one moment
Where I was happy and knew
The rare morning that comes from you
And at this moment at least, loose in the wind ...

MARCOS LOURES

FULL MOON

FULL MOON

What was a beautiful sunset, a full moon
Dominates the night immersed in solitude
And indeed printing and thus
Of life that wanders into madness
The voice in how one perceives others
Beauty furthest denial
And I always bring new days
The singing mermaid in this bolder
Where imbuing me of wills
Losing the right direction and freedoms,
I could no longer follow their lives in peace,
And when the moon invades immense sea,
Will also have diving,
But nothing, not boredom, brings a wave ...

MARCOS LOURES

FEAR AND WONDER

FEAR AND WONDER


The moon bathes the turbid sea with silver
And try to see how clear traces
Life could have the charm,
But I know that every moment is unleashed
Path still atrocious, the scene ungrateful
Even in clear coats and silvery mantle
Charting merely fear and astonishment,
Where wanted most sensible
The lucky indeed unknown
And so new common stumbling
Finally there remains nothing, die in life.
Still looking for some peace,
Even this empty satisfies
Preparation merely the farewell ...

MARCOS LOURES

MEANINGLESS

MEANINGLESS

Immersed in ways more fortunate
The days we spent together with you
Speaking of this dream that I lived,
Moments often pleasurable,
But my ways are capricious
And everything had finally lost,
And nothing that would keep here
My eyes follow torn and tattered,
Eagerly I hope another chance,
But nothing that I love so much scope
Step meaningless, direction and connection,
Love became absent and thus,
How could the said order,
The fact of living, hard and complex ...

MARCOS LOURES

RARE STAR

The rare shining star in heaven
Both searching and not heard
Exposed to each day, rough beast,
Now I can finally see it,
And when I propose to receive it
Have not withdrawn from my eyes spring
In the autumn coldness is what is expected,
And so I will never be able to contain it.
The early star said luck
Who imagined himself much stronger,
And sit in fragile lights fade,
Lucerne step, firefly
And when I dive in my dreams,
Only glows dull, you bring me.

MARCOS LOURES

CLIFFS

My direction was lost among the cliffs
Bluffs and cliffs, ridges,
Sorts proving treacherous
Loves are; of dreams, vile executioners,
And when you realize other bottles
Joys that judged true
Gradually my eyes you disappear
And I feel your terror, fears, and pains
I could not be happy and that's enough,
Ungrateful reality contrasts
With the entire huge dream in which I lived,
And when I find myself in so much pain,
Because I could be a dreamer
Only a ghost I see here ...

MARCOS LOURES

Go with the flow

I walk paths are morbid,
In the absence of any light even trace
Of a better world, image, face
Only in the poem I help,
And when one realizes every hill
The fight turns into new deadlock
For every step finally trespass
Gradually, lonely, and die sooner.
Empty life dictates my luck,
And only when leaving now death,
Having no solution, what to do?
Go with the flow and be one more,
Looking around and see, then no
Moment that can still give pleasure ...

MARCOS LOURES

SONGS

The songs a soul translate
Whose voice is gone and does not return
Fierce storm already spilled
And life returns to have this sameness,
Talking so much love out superstition,
Luck is now furious warm
Only adorns this atrocious memory,
The life that they will indeed denied
And so it was, perhaps, on another day
The charm that certainly was lost
As you left the door.
Life relived every night,
Reality cuts made scourge,
A hope for so nearly dead

MARCOS LOURES

The brightness of your eyes

Wandering comets which, through the night,
The brightness of your eyes my headlights
What were therefore pretty nocturnal suns
Will you have, devours
And if so when poetry arises
Master the harshness of this scenario
Two bodies isolates, two atolls
United in one body without delay.
The moon sees everything tenderly
The sea sings a hymn their sounds
And when such beauty fascinate me,
Life is replaced by some that
After much love, so much pleasure,
Naked seeing the dawn ...


MARCOS LOURES

CHORDS FATAL

Fatal chord melodies bring
Where not hear any breath,
The weight of living turns torment,
The dark and lonely nights
Diverse than much you promised me,
Still there remains even wind
While still try to breathe
Winning hands where terrible guides
Erratic paths by nothing
And as much as I could imagine
I could never find
Knowing the road as well as diverse
And the inn made of illusion
This is only my spectra in a summer.

MARCOS LOURES

DARK NIGHTS

Misty nights bring silence
And it took me totally,
Without any relief in my mind
The darkness each day oncoming
Allows you to believe in empty
And this has nothing to my heritage
Where one could hope for
Just not me principle
And I try to smile once in a while some,
Although more nefarious that could,
Awaits me with the dull fury beast
And so my journey without judgment
Terrible step toward going
Trace the immense loneliness...

MARCOS LOURES

Enchanters

Where enchanters, sacrifices
Dictated my days in misery,
Still looking at each emotion
Several crafts and ghastly gaps
Delivered to the profusion of various addictions
And one really know when and how much
I deserve every fall and get up,
Bones are eaves of cliffs
Mechanical life is translated
In the absence of any light terminal,
The land overlying the hard bones,
And so I dreamed, I verses, believed,
And now behold what was left
Hideous and ridiculous, vague, nothing...

MARCOS LOURES

FACE THE TRUTH

The bloodied face of truth
Resists what could be a dream,
And when I propose a new time
Surely every fact displease,
And I know how much reality says
Unlike this world and go laughing
And so that really does not lay back
Way meaningless, or freedom.
To die is to have truly my pier
Tired of so many storms
Could rest eternally
But when the pain remakes old stay
I try to seduce the dawn
But this only shroud mind...

MARCOS LOURES

COLD

As you exhale one last time
I see the dissonance of a lifetime
There is so much more done if lost
Generated in the unfortunate dismay
Hope I do not want more wind,
Not even perpetrate any output
If all that thought brings farewell
And indeed nothing can stand.
Not perish every which thou hast given me,
And how am fearful and even harsh
Mirrors of my soul in fetid water
Just this wrinkled face that
Translates and just shows nothing
Figure apathetic always lies cold...

MARCOS LOURES

BLESSING

My body being exhausted from battle
Both unnecessary and rather inglorious
Could reverse my story
And it firmly entrench this razor
The court every day slashes more
The body image in such a melancholy,
And none of what I bring to memory
Yet even worth anything.
I am nothing and nothing this reproduce
A step towards the end, crude and confused,
Only old fret complexion filthy,
Listening always denial, old answer
The face indeed already decomposed
Death finally blessed me floods...

MARCOS LOURES

ABANDONADO Já não me caberia outro momento Nem mesmo o que pudesse presumir O tempo se fazendo sem porvir O quase demonstrando algum tormento, Não quero e tampouco me alimento Do que deveras deva presumir, Errático cometa que há de vir Disfarço o mesmo engano em desalento. Mergulho nos preâmbulos de outra era E sei do sentimento que me espera Após cada segundo sem premissa, A vida por si só tanto cobiça E gera o mesmo engano de um passado Quem dera pela vida, abandonado... Marcos Loures

Apparaissent dans mes yeux

Mise en les yeux, la poésie;

Faire un bon rêve scintillement,

La diffusion de lune envahit la journée,

Et cela montre clarté dans le même ton.

Les feux et la nuit début

Assure le jour à apprivoiser don exceptionnel

Qu'est-ce qui est arrivé à la beauté dans la fantaisie,

De la apaise les mélodie, des sons apaisants.

Apportant à la vie la sensation

De l'éternelle jeunesse, infinie;

Vient lentement une émotion naissante

Ce qui se répercute notre bonheur,

Faire de notre terres arables

apportant dans notre poitrine, la liberté ...

Marcos Loures

Ton amour

Je veux ton amour, et ne me lasse pas
Chercher à chaque fois plus ferme
Le rêve que vous compreniez ce remous
Agréable à vivre et à apprécier.
Le cœur battant calme et paisible
Rechercher dans votre repos bras.
J'ai toujours rattraper avec vous Cieux,
Et le rêve de délices de cette mer
L'amour qui était plus en mesure
Avons la solution aux problèmes,
En plus heureux apporte certainement rire
La richesse qui est en gemmes rares,
Amour qui est née dans la paix tellement
Rompre avec le passé, ces courants

Marcos Loures

Tu amor

Quiero tu amor, sin cansarme

Buscando cada vez más firme

El sueño que usted entiende en eso remanso

Agradable para vivir y disfrutar.

El corazón latiendo tranquilo y apacible

Búsqueda el descanso en sus brazos;

Que siempre ponerse al día en cielos,

Y en el sueño de los placeres de este mar

El amor que era más capaz

Tiene la solución a los problemas,

En el día más feliz sin duda trae risa

La riqueza que se encuentra en joyas raras,

El amor que nació en tanta paz,

Rompió con el pasado, esas corrientes.

Marcos Loures

 

The future

Breaking from the past, these currents,

That so much mistreated. I'm not mistaken:

Loves come and go, in spawning,

How they were multiple station of a year.

Therefore, heart, not afraid the pain;

By more disillusion to come early,

Reborn other dreams of these gems

And time goes by sovereign.

Like the comets libertarians,

Love does not allow a prisoner.

In sorrow of solitary without peer

I drink night and day this fountain,

And auspicious from it a swim,

Emerging into my eyes, poetry...

Marcos Loures

 

Le futur

Rompre avec le passé, ces courants,

Que les tant maltraités. Je comprends bien:

Amours vont et viennent le frai,

Quels ont été quelques saisons d'une année.

Par conséquent, le cœur, ne crains pas douleurs;

Pour plus de déception à arriver tôt,

Renaître d'autres rêves ces trésors

Et le temps passe souverain.

Comme libertaires comètes,

Le prisonnier n'est pas autorisé à l'amour.

Dans l'amertume de la solitude impair

Je bois nuit et jour de cette source,

Et c'est de bon augure d'une plongée,

Mise en les yeux, la poésie ...

Marcos Loures

 

Endless

Rising up to infinity in fluorescence

I extend into our room; a thousand stars,

Feeling the rarity of essences,

Sensual fragrance which thou reveal to me.

Delicious that is, burning candy,

Culminate in the pleasure of just containing it

The rays of the moonlight, peaceful ailments

Allows us to meet them.

So the gentle morning goes

In one sublime expect from dawn.

The moon so serene, in love

Embrace your skinned, brunette silver,

And in the midst of many waves of pleasure

Great happiness is at last beckons...

Marcos Loures


 

Infinito

Hacia arriba, la elevación en la fluorescencia

Se extienden en nuestro cuarto, miles de estrellas,

Sensación de la raridad de las esencias,

Perfume sensual que usted me revela.

Placer, es decir, un ardor dulce

Culminará en la voluntad de simplemente contener

Los rayos de esa luna, las dolencias tranquilas

El amor nos permite satisfacerlas.

Por lo que el paseo por la mañana apacible

En sublime espera del amanecer.

De la luna tan tranquilo, enamorado

Abrazo a su tez, plateado oscuro,

Y en medio de muchas olas de placer

Una gran alegría, finalmente nos invade.

Marcos Loures

 

Infinie

Soulevant de fluorescence à la hausse

S'étendent dans notre chambre; mille étoiles,

Sentir la rareté des essences,

Parfum sensuel que vous me révéler.

Délice qui, brûlant doux,

Culminer dans le plaisir de simplement les contenir

Les rayons de la lune, les affections apaisant

Nous permet de les rencontrer.

Ainsi, la promenade matinale légère

En attendant une sublime l'aube.

La lune si paisible, en amour

Embrassez votre teint, argent foncéen amour

Et au milieu des nombreuses vagues de plaisir

Une grande joie, enfin perçue.

Marcos Loures


Désir

J'ai pensé que je connaissais mon désir ...
J'ai pensé que seulement je savais de mes fautes
Par la connaissance les domaines de l'exil
Où se situent, de fous, nos baisers!
J'ai regardé et j'ai estimé dans les profondeurs,
Les vallées, crêtes, ont été infructueuses.
Nous avons pensé l'amour comme frères
Fondamentalement, les sentiments corrompus ...
Maintenant, je connais mes défauts,
Mes lèvres ressemble à un soleil ...
Mes yeux dévorent de beaux seins.
Dans la vie, j'ai cette illusion intégrer
Je t'aime! Je te cherche, tournesol,
À votre majesté, désir immense ...

Marcos Loures




Your poetry

Life, walker, never tires.
Translates into divine form and brightness.
Bringing in its wake a hope.
After so much pain, I marvel
With eyes that light up dancing and singing.
I perceive you into a clear and beautiful trail,
The light of this hope ever reached you.
In a lake, fine love, mother and son...
Chimeras and disguises, fake fear...
The delirium of magic woman.
Basically, the secrets are revealed.
In the seas in the mountains fury cease,
Paths Ocean, sun and wind
Your poetry always enchants, my dear.

Marcos Loures

Tu poesía

La vida, caminante sin jamás conocer fatiga
Se traduce en una forma divina y el brillo.
Trayendo como consecuencia una esperanza.
Después de tanto dolor, me maravillo
Con los ojos que se iluminan cantando y bailando.
Yo te avisto en un sendero claro y hermoso,
La luz de la esperanza que ha alcanzado.
En un lago, el amor fino, de madre e de hijo...
Quimeras y disfraces, falsos miedos...
Las ilusiones de la mujer mágica.
Básicamente, revelan los secretos.
En el mar, en las montañas, lejos de la furia
Trayectorias al mar, sol y viento
Tus versos siempre encantadores, paradisiacos.

Marcos Loures


À la lumière de l’éternite


Les cendres mortes, mais je veux ton feu!
Dans les flammes de ces armes, mes douceurs
Je vous demande encore une foisalors je prie!
Amours planté étaient parfaits ...
Dans les chemins de mes rêves, vos yeux ...
On trouve dans le monde qui un volcan!
Pour de nombreux univers vous aimera!
Explose au coeur des délires.
Sur les houille qui a mon désir.
Chimères n'ont pas de oublié ...
Bien souvent près de son front.
Sur les plaisirs de nuit, c'est vrai.
Senses et les bouffées de caresses.
mon amour, à la lumière de l'éternité.

Marcos Loures



BELIEVE

Daring to believe that maybe
Still showed no way out,
Dominates meaningless own life
And in this entire how can you see now.
I do not want, in this dream, folly,
Neither is the fight consumed
In the fury unparalleled and already lost
Marked by sheer stupidity.
I want no other way than
Same as seeking the beneficent
Desire to be yours, forever,
But how much may modify
The fate that had been clear and high,
The time now by itself, since it denies.

Marcos Loures


CROIRE

Osant croire que peut-être
Ne montrent pas encore d'issue,
Maîtriser, la vie dénuée de sens
Et dans tout cela comment vous voyez maintenant.
Je ne veux pas, dans ce rêve, la folie,
N'est pas non plus la lutte consommée
Sur les la fureur inégalée et a perdu
Marqué par la pure stupidité.
Je ne veux pas d'autre moyen que
Identique à la recherche dubien faisante
Sera à vous, pour toujours,
Mais combien peuvent changer
La chance qui avait été claire et riche,
Maintenant seul, puisque nie.

Marcos Loures