sábado, 18 de fevereiro de 2012

Dark

Dark


It is true that I have sinned, I do not discuss.
I was wrong to persecute your gentle step.
So many times, I lost so crude.
And many more? I searched thee in vain ... embraces
In the distance, disturbed, so hurt myself
By having thus at the most profligate,
You're right, destroy a putrid fruit,
Exploded, of course, fragile links,
But I ask, please, for charity
Do not leave this dream will end!
In vain a hope sometimes escapes,
The fight proved to be rude and empty
In the evening without knowing of any moonlight
Expressed this uncertainty darker.

Loures

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