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You
that are you at daybreak too great
a feeling,
the last magic formula of the last
word
in order to be the meaning of time
and
its hunger and his entire thirst
for
cosmic music: nourish the undecipherable
sign
of the sunflower, water it with a series
of
delusions you should laugh at the sun,
ill-luck,
indifference in this world
that
falls asleep in my grieved fists
the
ebbs with blood open and close the periods…
as
a wound that places the time into a refuge
so life should pass freely in your royal
shell
you should put out of mind all
that
leaves and comes and exhausts you
into
the torture of passion carried by any
wind
after the wreck of the dream of some dead people.
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