At these shells that rained embittered
relentlessly
What do we respond?
Other shells still
few wounds on our bodies, our mines
And bitter rain
They loudly and we dare to be silent, leaving the
recite sonnets their military
And our courage are already receding
Presenting the trunk our fates hands dirtier. A nos amours
extinct
To our romances feints,
What have we responded?
When our lovers crying
Our morality, our wedding
A deceptive.
And yet the courage, laughing at our wishful thinking
Qu'encerclait shaking his finger a ring,
And yet fate in a wave of cynicism
Who at the back of the church entertained the ancestors.
When death our bodies burning
Evapore
What he say now?
Tears subtle
A little less volatile
That our love pastels.
We remain unarmed, conscious and perishable
Briefly lucid, yet petrified
When we should see the unlikely chance
From benevolent destiny that makes us exist.
Of Life eroding,
At every step, we already know what
? What
few summer evenings
Must forget
Years of pain.
But we remain blind to the tawny twilight,
In late bloomers and purple clouds.
And we let sink to the bottom plaintive
These days happiness stifled by grief too strong.
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