STONES ON THE PIER
Played on the rocks my boat,
The wind meaningless and unprofitable
The much more accepted that indeed
Expresses as I could and always bring
The dream became fragile when it came
The fight another longing takes the path
A river that is lost and when lie
Meeting in the embezzlement rude mark
I could not and should not be,
The end approaching within me
And without knowing the sordid sense
The most daring song that would not have
Luck made in light or agony
Death is designed for pleasure.
MARCOS LOURES
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