domingo, 6 de janeiro de 2013

Reckless



Reckless

Where every step to me would take
The wind of hope that never came,
Just to me sentences to fears
What amid vague scenes know and dash
Love that little had been done though
With each new mistake or daydream
Weaving which forgets or makes others
Fear no secret, my fatigue.
Come and hear how she had not had
Reality so different that one day
Expresses all or nothing that would
Marking when or even what is expected
Chimeras invading this scenario
And the world's most atrocious and reckless ...

MARCOS LOURES

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