LIBERTINE
Only this life a libertine
That both surrendered without
measure
And now when your life ends,
Truly looking for another
destination?
In such a scenario as in me
hallucinate
Missing an exit of the maze,
Because who does not doubt
enters,
How the lens becomes cloudy.
Rather different direction where
the meeting
And it every step the mismatch
Forging new day, same ages,
Do you not see how this superb
emotion
And segues without thinking
toward
Where in gentle stops, I see the
beasts...
MARCOS LOURES
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