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Beneath the deep silence of reason hides a breathless house

Beneath the deep silence of reason hides a breathless house, The remains of oblivion, where dreams die like shadows at evening. My soul weaves its infinity with countless shortcomings, Heavy shadows of darkness, left in thoughts not ennobled. The field of the mind unfolds in unseen places among the grass, And the old fence of stubbornness dresses in the foam of dreams, The meaning of "important" is drowned in waters of forgetfulness, It doesn't write its story in the book of new and bright horizons. To cast off the yoke of reason leads to realms where the possible sings, Brotherhood with the impossible, where the dream challenges beauty. One spitting venom and fumes, the other blinded by impotence, Their prison, like Love and Fate, has the eternal dance as its essence. They harbored a purpose, sustaining the world's nature with hope, A thread of glimmer almost seen, an echo in the storm's din, Their cornerstone has melted like a dream in daylight. In the murmur of a "what if," the heart beats dying - now a desolate message. But the gates show themselves at the end of the road, when "it can't be" is not spoken, To undiscovered worlds chains fall, through mists light is brought. In the deepest darkness, where "no" stood firm as a king, There burns are transformed, completing the cold of reason. And you dig through bones when words ring unseen in the wind, Bearing deep the knife that separates the real from a thought. On the frail edge stretching between lucid and mystic, That is the promised road, the path to the terrible one-of-a-kind. Throw behind the barriers of proud superfluous knowledge, Fly forward, the chained wing cannot be of use. Free your being, let the spirit overcome the unnatural, Let the world see, let the flame rise unstoppable, pure and ablaze. In this journey, defying the limits that were, You are a dancer in the carnival of nothingness, where everything has a meaningful reply. Discover the world born from the abandonment of constraints, Where genius and madness meet, in a waltz of transcendences.

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