OTHER STORMS

OTHER STORMS

Relief each tone in which exposes
The same sense of other storms
And when really bad upholds
The hours that indeed decomposes.
And I know the most diverse, cruel lessons
The eyes penetrate the bloody
Humor certainly when they invent
Expressed the painful illusions.
I do not want to believe what was coming,
Nor do I believe in light or in joy
Aborted seeds on the way,
And when this aridity in my world
Just me delve undefended,
Persist and know the most damaging step.

MARCOS LOURES