A HOPE

A HOPE

Because life is vaporous,
Few ballasts firm we have
And the more truly engage
The inglorious path luck with woven
With each fall or farewell
If the friendship meeting rudders, oars,
Finally we travel safer
Knowing from the beginning an exit.
By having this certainty browsing
With your arm, of course, helmsman
The charm is showing much milder
And so the world spins on security
From being happy as I was already full,
Seeing this friendship is hope.


MARCOS LOURES