#POETRY


In the September I'll see her leave
To France where a great future
Awaits her in two cities
Nice or Lille.

To March I'm already thinking about those mounths
And my soul bursting with emotion
Weeps for this absence
And romance.

This charm that I took the fold to see
And caresses its attractions every night
Turnis his face
And thinks of his journey.

Love of my joyful and tender childhood
Evapored by my careless
Of these ashes in reborn
Smiles and disappears.

After the hope came the setback again
And the seed of love could not bloom
Will I be damned
To live unfortunate?

Will I be damned ?