quarta-feira, 6 de junho de 2012

In the evening

In the evening

At night, walking as secure,
Passing through the streets unafraid.
While carrying the misfortune
So much time searching for love.
Who never returned, and sorry,
What is out on the waves of this sea?
At night in the silence of anyone
In the midst of so many stones, wandering...
Search for news, but none.
Not even new evil, just a blank.
The stones are familiar, one by one.
In either asked for this river;
Who knows discharges at sea...?
The river leads however, without looking...

MARCOS LOURES

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