Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity
Under the vault of eternal stars, where strings of light sing the ballads of infinity,
Two kinds of people are born, woven into the fabric of the cosmic destiny,
Most people are those who cannot think, only believe,
They do not open to reason, but only to the enchantments of authority, which envelops their fears in a mystic haze.
On the enigmatic realm of existence, where shadows and light dance in an eternal waltz,
They traverse secret paths, carried by invisible currents of unshakable beliefs,
Each step they take, an echo of dogmas woven in the filigree of evenings past,
While their souls feed on the nectar of ignorance, stored in unfathomable depths.
Under the magical light of an ancient moon, these people are sculptors of borrowed dreams,
Unable to reason but filled with hopes that dance on the edge of the threshold,
They bow before idols forged from shadows, reflections of the power of authority,
Each of their beliefs is a flickering flame on the altar of blind obedience.
In the silent dusk, in the depths of their minds, where thoughts remain semi-dormant,
Reason is an inaccessible mystery, a god hidden in the mantle of the sky,
But authority, a shining beacon guided by the hand of destiny, leads their uncertain steps,
Each command is a golden thread that weaves their paths to unknown depths.
On the edge of the abyss where shadows turn into crystalline reflections,
The eternal conflict between man and his dual nature unfolds,
The others, those who think, look with sadness at their brothers, captive in the unyielding citadels of faith,
Wondering if perhaps the magic of their existence lies precisely in that pure naivety.
Thus, in the vast theater of life, where everything is a cosmic dance of light and shadow,
People who cannot think, only believe, follow their pre-drawn destiny,
Their minds enveloped by ancient dogmas and skillfully fabricated truths,
And so, in the melancholy of eternal night, they continue to wander between stars and shadows.
Under the starry sky, where the mysteries of the universe caress the foreheads of those eternally enamored with the unknown,
Untold stories of suffering and hope, of kindred dreams and hidden desires are written,
People, dual beings, balancing between the magic of reason and the enchantment of belief,
Are captives in a sacred dance of existence, where light and shadow eternally intermingle,
An eternal poem about the limits of the mind and the beauty of the human paradox,
Written among the stars, in the secret language of infinity.
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Dan Enache
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