wandering loneliness of the stars...
multitudes tornasolares
spilled on my song...
I see the pearly shadow of wandering silences
at the instant in which become precious diamonds...
String garlands of fire with the soles concert
in the humidity of the air that makes lanterns rain...
Bring the sap of sleep in the flash of my night;
Mystery white tie, violin voices exchanged...
hands to heaven in sharp consonants,
held at the tip of a foot of foam ethereal...
I catch my breath to calm your lunge
you spend your voice to my soul...
And I cross my tongue armored
your countenance infinite calling me......................
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