MY PORT
Love had conceived more urgent
After the usual disappointments,
It's like take care of my flower beds
With all this excitement that life tries.
And when the end is already present
The eyes in other directions, a thousand lights,
Bringing my ultimate moments
Wandering about as if senses.
There simply want some comfort,
In whose arms I love the trace port
Trying to at least the rest
The old sailor after fight
While life itself sometimes reluctant,
At least in my dream; alone the reach.
MARCOS LOURES
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