It's a dream that sighs
since dawn...
It's heaven of eternity
blue... occasional rivers
that we miss, on occasion...
But it is from the sea that daily
overtakes us in waves of love...
Of endless astral nights,
of captivating south north winds,
whispering loves kissing us...
Of angels that pass and repass
our desires, promises of love
At the moonlight...
Of human warmth that animates us,
that burns us inside and out...
This is my place... of unexpected rains,
but awaited with millennial patience...
And of beauty capable of stunning... !
The paths I walk,
I trace them with my mind...
They are made and remade...
other paths are shortened
for strange reasons
to our judgment...
free paths in which
all pass and repass...
crooked paths are
inventions of men...
the heavenly paths,
are gifts from heaven,
the paths of life and light,
they are works of God!
The paths are,
tests and awards
that we must walk... !
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