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The night touches your eyelids with gentle hands, and you
recover your sight with the silence of a forgotten memory, living
in the shadow of uncreated eternity. Short-sighted days
look into the pupils, tired from delight, and spin
a documentary film of frightened events
in the empty hall of imagination.
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion.…
*** The last city, of the last star. Holidays of happiness. Years of doubt, years…
*** Childhood – flower pollen, garden of time is fading, prairie of expectations, silk grass,…
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*** Givingriddles light,burdenedwith a mystery of summer,frozen in the herbariumof omenin the museumof poet’s voice.…