Fragrant night enters the window of my soul
Where I lay my heart to the thief’s at will,
To sad friends and happy enemies,
To devour my pride and justice, to kill.

My sentiment is on fire, my sanity clear,
The only vision I have is the book of dreams,
That whispers about ancient times,
About minerals and stones wrapped in divine.

In the silent moment I hear loud music,
Like the best painting in the unknown,
Colors of cursed and blessed births,
Rhythm of life in the blood of clone.

Everything has its revealing moment,
At times of good and bad intimacy,
My ego bleeds the river of vanity,
My heart thirst the sea of clarity.

Let it be the first day of wonder.

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