Today when the scintillation comes closer in all
over the world throwing your voice of crystal
I’m afraid in the mirror of life you will recall
a different face in voluptuous peace in thrall.
On stairs of gold in folds of light, you upright
showed yourself alone chasing the shades of night
where the turtle dove deplores her sadness, come:
the sky weaves his time’s despondency in alarm.
What sings secretly and also petrifies your heart
and your voice carries them mystical on paths apart
from my songs gushes the open light just like a dart.
Towards you in breeze he casts a thought chimerical
mirror of life we stand so they fall in cradle angelical
sleeping apple blossoms snow us in the dark electrical.
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