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Saturday, September 22, 2012

RUINS



RUINS

Ruins of what we see now,
And I try to hide any plot
And even when a smile impart
Will you leave me now devours,
And both could without hours
Life will know every secret
And having my way bitter and distant
The end is already approaching and nothing anchors
A ship lost in storms
And you know so far any pier
Besides this shroud in green tones
The days in continuing pain and sorrow
Only the immense cold flows in me
Death of hearing the bells sounds pretty...

MARCOS LOURES

UN DÍA EN PAZ.



UN DÍA EN PAZ.

En infecundo sueño de quien ama
Luchando contra furias, contra azares,
Aunque nueva dicha ya buscares,
Ha sido la esperanza viejo drama,
La voz que en la verdad inútil, clama,
Distando de la arena, llenos mares,
Haciendo del querer ya sus altares
Besos imaginarios, tola trama.
En las sus manos blancas, noches vanas,
Voluntades diversas, soberanas,
Engodos simplemente y nada más,
Mi barco sin los puertos sin timón,
Errático cometa, corazón,
¡Jamás imaginase un día en paz!


MARCOS LOURES

Melancholically




Melancholically

Sadly the night plot
The end of each dream, perchance
Life becomes bitterness and me
While the pain keeping the flame alive
This brings inglorious struggle, silly drama
And when a chance if demand
The fear lingers over every moment
And nothing that I still exclaims
A lonely soul in vain, deranged,
And everything you know and what you feel
Translates nothing and cannot be
Living a moment of hope
A night in solitude, atrocious advances
Who knows death a stupendous as well?

MARCOS LOURES

CARRIAGE ...



CARRIAGE ...

Dire carriage leads to the end
And traces his footsteps with my days,
Bearing several ironies
Only the void, I have finally
Could be different, but so
At least the drinking of ironies,
I describe my verses with poetry
Gagging the luck that is within me,
Thus finishing each poem,
Just cannot stand some handcuffs
Death frees me from this hell
That life had left me little by little,
And when one realizes that wound
By the end proves far more suit ...


MARCOS LOURES

VACÍOS




VACÍOS

Hubiera en mi camino otra vertiente
Siguiendo para el nunca de costumbre
Y mismo cuando el nuevo se vislumbre
Aun lo más antiguo el alma tiente,
Supiera proseguir sueño caliente
Buscando cual falena inmenso lumbre,
Por cuanto mi querer no se acostumbre
Brillante solución no más presente,
Feroces madrugadas, noche ruda,
Gritando inútilmente nadie acuda
Resulto en pesadillos más constantes,
Y cuando amaneciese en nuevo sol,
Adonde se querían deslumbrantes,
Vacíos dominando el arrebol…

Marcos Loures