IN AN UNJUST WORLD
In a world so unjust, vain, cruel,
Enough with the daily fears
Several mistakes, breakdowns
Sometimes flee beyond, wandering aimlessly.
At about poetry with her veil
Hides and the disaffected exiles,
Even when the steps are stupid
Earth imagining the immense sky.
But I know that in fact it is so false
After the curve only the scaffold,
Who knows any succor in verse
Of rough roads, day by day,
Using my poor poetry,
I avoid seeing so near this dungeon.
MARCOS LOURES
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