DISILLUSION

DISILLUSION

The disillusionment spreads in windstorm

And generate new errors in the future

How could being dark

The day most atrocious and more venial.

Summary at the end of each part

And of that drink and I can assure

Daring to believe what I try

Although no longer see any sign.

Decline hope will happen

The fight is meaningless disdains

And mark what would come with fear

As usual bait, my way

Expresses this uncertainty tom petty

Killing in the hatcher poetry.

MARCOS LOURES

Remaking the spring

Remaking the spring

But love remakes spring

After so long in hard fall

And when hope is finally mine

The fight now expects another tone

Dealing about how much had been unable

The thought enters and steals sleep

And when you actually wanted allowance

Leda only glimpsed the beast

I do not want and would not have best chance

Where my scenario does not proceed

Killing little by little I have left,

Even when I see in new direction

As much as I want and if consumption

Expresses what could in rare feast.

MARCOS LOURES

MY HORSE

MY HORSE

A day imagined my steed,

What was a knight in clear night?

The path now swings open more subtle

The time redeems the cruel tone.

The wind takes the veil spreading

And the moon sometime now prepares

The brightness bolder and does not separate

Even he could see aimlessly

I have not had the best luck

With nothing to perhaps comfort

Step meaningless of a poet.

Comet spreading in breadth

The times bolder shape

The lucky indeed not complete.

MARCOS LOURES

NEW LUCK

NEW LUCK...

Do not try new luck after fall

And I know how the fight is not stopped

Wandering the wilds of the harvest

What if anything is appealing for sure?

The step without knowing what either silk

Life instantly clears in fight

My back is not empty in shelters

And time is plunders another decoy.

The candor that both wished

Absent penetrating distant flock

Striking ironies are constant,

And seeing what he could be beyond

The world should not empty

As fondly as not secured.

MARCOS LOURES

What's left...?

What's left...?

Feel your perfume on the sheets

Summaries of a life without limits

Even when no longer than you permit,

You send so many rays, beautiful suns.

I do not know if you recall every moment

Not even in this dream now believe it,

All I ask, please, never run away,

My eyes are on you, two sunflowers.

You left so only these wrecks,

And the days we thought were our

Now remnants are, nothing more.

Do as you want in rare glory

Only finally see the abandoned slag

What waits only as funerals...?

MARCOS LOURES