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A night like any other
a path of liquid words and shadows a monk walking on water, another child my mother and my father in Heaven such serenity, my soul, I could scream! words, they come and go, like loves or songs, God is there, touch Him, man... I wish my wings could work take me far away from here. I rest here in cold vision beautiful is your face and beautiful your timing my miracle of dreaming and taking mortals with me path, which one? God, which god? my hands, my thoughts, my dreams, my fire another poet and another world will be created Genesis and Resurrection, heroes and poets, where are you in those words, dear author? take me far away from here. my vision is pure love and magic night drops like blood days and days, poems and poems between shadows and lights words will be words and so will be my creature, a phantom, my love dragon and queen, brilliant times of turning time to zero and reborn so, fly in my vision, inside the whispers that drive me into the ocean, where poetry becomes prose and man lives forever in the sacred ground.
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