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Towards the heavens of the existing
long we beheld
the fleeting idea
which ravishes the immense beauty
to the dream
but it was only out to sea
of your appearing
she made herself
tangible, to the real,
and boundless
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Imaginary equivocates
Inquiring all along the states
In a silenced unreal fullness of Time
Necessity and Space, for a while
Forever unconsciuous of her mind
Inexistent demonstration of her exile
Our world, our dimension, our style
Decided all in one only night
Before the announced wreckship of mankind
Unnatural and delight
of our notes, dreams and lines
that were simple vovels of an infant cry
Above the sheet of shyness
And over the street of soleness
The tremble of a while
An electrified dumb image of dismay
As it looks from behind
It’s a simple algorithm
But with no way to retourn back again
For the eternal stage of fearless Fate
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cutting the line, turning the page in front of the mirror
removing your name from the door
because it should be irreplaceable
for ever
I can not write anymore
of this fierce absence
that doesn't fear the ice of the night
that doesn't break itself
in the dark depths of your distance
it's the most terrible night
it's the most suffocating
and paralyzing Winter
in the broken dream
of a bright mirror
it was yours, and it was mine, just yesterday
and was shattered at a stroke
in an only instant
ruining into smithereens sharp
with whom, devastating me,
they cut my soul
in the smallest arid fragments
not reconstructable
landsliding-dawn
on the threshold of our house
when it lacks even the verse, and you can not
you can not turn the page
in front of the mirror
anymore
and you only can
remove her name
from the door
because it should be
irreplaceable
for ever
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You are the devil
and I've owned your soul
but not your body
yet my desire for you
couldn't be satiated
in one night
in one only night
of love
My need of you
has become a burning hell
for eternity
and this eternity
that is so long and impenetrable
has your name, my love,
devil and angel
at the same time
you
the only dream or nightmare that comes over me,
and it consumes my life
for all its extension
and which will not abandon me
because I've never had you
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numb of dreams
cycles of memories
ageless harbour
or passion purity
timeless night
of hazel glanced whispers
in a soft mirror of scenes
of innocence and passions
mundi myth and walking hope or
perceptions
to a very ending spiral
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The weakened soft thoughts lay humble
within future coats
a darkened past tracks scampered shines
forth a morning of immortal moved elements
it will bring away
a prime love can't be replaced
and thus it comes
a very open hide light of it's first sight
in pursued windows of no time
sun anyway goes down and hot as hell
by age
gray visions,left behind in desire,
revealed
delicious empty shades of dawns
filds or doors
just dusk doors
and spilled life only are
these present words
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it isn't in the time, neither in the dream
nor in the feeling's vagueness
but it is to what uncertainty
as well the ungovernable hopelessness
- which here outline the notes
of a forgetful page, like a mark
will be going to melt away in the snow -
nearlier fix themselves onto, it is to that
you hand over, what of yourself
the memories leave behind and what never
admired you won't be able to gaze at
anymore... but it's the instant
it is the instant which snows of memories
ancient and lost, ravagely fascinating
memories, unforgettable emotions which
bloodily plunge their cutting sword into
your soul, and you, you aren't able to bear
your bundle of rags and doubtful intents
further on anymore, as under the dismayed
light of the misted illuminance life vanishes
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I know you will not come
you won't return here by me anymore
never again
despite
I'll wait you
as I wait you every evening
when disappears the light of day
and slowly come down, icy, the veil of night
endless night
here watching
absurdly and foolishly
your impossible return
despite
when the night falls
or the snow covers the hill all white
I am on the imaginary balcony
waiting for you
even though I know
you will not return
you won't come back here by me anymore
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