quinta-feira, 26 de abril de 2012

The same source

The same source

Drinking the same source
Senseless and foolish
At the end of the injury
Surely if discount,
Wanted at the horizon
A course, the more accurate
But when the shade
It expresses the bridge to distant
And nothing we see
Except this tray
And in it a head
In sacrifice, given
Marking the old state
And nothing that complies...

Marcos Loures

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