The stars sway to our fantasy...Dancing,The dance of the sorceress,...Enchanted!Barefoot or shod our thoughtTossed like a mane...On the crest of the centuriesThat awakenTo the blessed birth of the kingdomThat never waits for anyoneOn its back,...Like a caress.
I caress your hair How far the limit of foresight is From mediocrity. Within this carelessness Love for you For life itself, Always triumphs?!... O voice…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
You will not say thank you to me, Just as you do not say thank you to your heartbeats That carve the face of my life. But I will say to you…
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