SATELLITE
I do not want nor could he have been diverse
My world is lost in your world,
I never imagined that a mere afterthought,
Satellite then your universe.
And the more I try, more immersed,
Having no solution, seeing nothing,
Only this unless they finally discover,
A dream as happy as perverse.
I wish if I could. But I do not want,
Love me dominating, gentle and fierce,
Breaks and intoxicates me and numbs me,
Life is rough in tracing harvest
Diving into this abyss and I go crazy.
The only is clumsy prop.
MARCOS LOURES
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