Best Poem of Gabriel Couto

This Planet Is Getting Lost
We never own victory, truth be told:
We never own anything at all.
We only watch it all as it unfold
While we raise our voices to be heard,

Speaking loudly, listening closely
We're never lovers of the true souls.
Making part of a show, got something inside me
But I never put it through,

Read the full of This Planet Is Getting Lost
The Cold Outside
I've been waiting for the Sun
To grow down this windows,
I've been looking for you
Every where I know you won't be there,
Carrying the thought I don't care.

Are you lost? Without me?
Are you getting into the dark
When you aren't able to see?
You have wasted your life running away
From . . .
Read the full of The Cold Outside