On the dark seas of the soul, waves of time break apart
On the dark seas of the soul, waves of time break apart,
God tears away my emotions, like dried leaves in the wind.
My eyes, shipwrecked on tumultuous shores, gaze at the dimmed sky,
The blue, once pure, is now stained by the transparency of a snowy dream.
Incandescent shadows ask my mysterious, living face,
"Is it you, beautiful?" and the echo replies, "I don't know, I don't know."
On wings of flaming wind, chasms deepen in silence,
Drops from the feathers of mythical birds fall from lofty thoughts.
In forbidden nights, actors dream of lost roles,
Ambiguously interpreting the forgers of silent dreams.
Women who no longer want to bear the world's blame on bare shoulders,
Their fragile minds seek light in sparks from beyond.
The struggle is uneven, but from the darkness, a clear paradox is born,
Lost emotions, like falling stars, return as a gift.
On wings of dreams, I fly beyond the chasm of time,
Searching in the unknown infinite for the essence of his thought.
I remain in the flow of consciousness, a river that runs without stopping,
The paradox of my life is a labyrinth of longing and love.
Every night, on the world's stage, I play my role,
An actor lost among dreams, forever searching for his soul.
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