While Earth orbits..
My shadow stretch and getting bigger..;
IĀ fall on, as a sharp knife, ..
In the face of the poem!
...
My eyes sleep, in your eyes;
It becomes to my dreams wings...!
,
My heart throb..,
...
On the whiteness of the sand
In the noises of the sea foam..
There are dreams fall down..
But there is, no one to bury her..!
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Here I am in forty
I still as the sparrow
In the cage;
Idiots and tortures me
...
As your absence forever
Tiring like a napkin struggling tears,
Like crying who does not give up wailing
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You did not show up...
And the night grows up and extends..!
,
In the extent of my call
...
Such as flutter butterflies,
When we listen to the birds songs..
We danced..!
,
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OH God...
Our lamps are Pale..
And the paths are dark..!
,
Our sadness are heavy..
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Which longing in me
Blazing..
which spirit that is
Eager?
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Oh ye spectra..;
You who filled in silence..;
Your attendance, like a rain..
Fresheners with dew..
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