HURTS

HURTS


The sorrows of ordinary couples
Generating violence in cold night
And when you realize this heresy
Stars on earth, masterful,
And when preparing funerals
Wake up every day doing,
Death sustaining hypocrisy
Vultures in more carnal delusions,
Or simply rest still exists?
I cannot really be more disastrous
And live soliloquy in which demented,
After some soothing, a brandy
The end of hope when testify
Mine also sees clear and pressing.

MARCOS LOURES