Under the undulating and mysterious mantle of the night
Under the undulating and mysterious mantle of the night,
Where stars write their stories in silver ink,
A lost soul seeks infinity in echoes,
Fleeing from the comfort that soothes but does not enchant,
Demanding from divine depths unknown thrills and unknown poems.
In his endless dream, the world becomes a realm of magic,
Shadows dance in flickering lights, like spirits in the night,
Desire burns like a sacred fire in the heart of a seeker,
Who does not ask for merely the well-behaved and luminous good,
But that sin which gives wings of wax to fly.
He yearns for an eternal fire, one that never extinguishes,
An inexhaustible spring of desires flowing like rivers of lava,
Freedom is a field of stars scattered in the vast cosmos,
Danger is a vine that swings between parallel worlds,
Tearing the boundaries between light and darkness.
The mystical dance of life calls him to the edges of knowledge,
Where good is enveloped in shadows of evil and secret whispers,
Everything becomes a cosmic waltz of desire and fulfillment,
A procession of falling stars drawing destinies,
Under the ever-open eye of the passionate universe.
In the depths of his heart, constellations of hopes and dreams,
Ignite and extinguish in a play of shadows and lights,
His flight is forged from sublime flames and rivers of desire,
Flowing through a land of infinite mysteries and endless promises,
Where life itself is a sacred ritual of poetry and magic.
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Dan Enache
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