LOVE WITHOUT DISGUISING
Shambling walker disguising
The steps without stumbling feel.
Love living immersed, delirious,
Living for the extreme to fall...
Traffic my desires in these steps
Although often no gain.
In many pleasures and failures,
Love sometimes blind, other strange...
In anger and in lire of poets,
Love is always like the sun.
Love is rolling over in straight lines,
Losing the light, blinding my lighthouse...
Love does not know how to use disguise
It's give and take another face...
MARCOS LOURES
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