For my heart just your chest,
enough for your freedom my wings.
From my mouth comes up in the sky
what was dormant on your soul.
E 'in you the illusion of each day.
comes as the dew on the petals. Excavations
the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight as the wave.
I said I sang in the wind
as the pines and like the masts of ships. How tall are those
and taciturn.
And suddenly you cast as a journey.
cozy as an old road.
you populate echoes and nostalgic voices.
I woke up, sometimes migrating birds and
fuggonogli sleeping in your soul.
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