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Life
– a daily Apocalypse
through
passion and happiness
we
enter a vortex toward the Absolute
you
sense that the skies and the time
collapse
into a world of pure breezes.
You
yourself hold a lily in a hand
and
with the other one you caress
an
executioner and you are sad.
You
are neither in life nor in death.
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