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White stone upon stone,
turret opposite turret,
tower with a narrow front
that peaks through the ivy,
a castle that looks at the sky
like one looking for a dream,
solitude still and quiet
that...
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If the sun
upon kissing the sea
paints it the color of fire
and the burning of its desire
blends the red with the black
and the blue with the dreams,
why don´t you kiss me, my love?.
If the sea...
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The silence made friends with the night,
hugging it
like a brooch
in a piece of cloth.
It told the stars that shined in its neckline
and gently,
one by one,
it began to conceal their glitter...
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When you ask me
if you will be happy,
my son,
I say yes
because that is how I want you to be,
but I look at the world
and I remain awake
although I hide my fear.
Life is hard I warn you,
but if...
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The forest seemed black
in the distance,
like a thick wall that prevented
the passage,
and little by little,
upon coming closer,
its dark color began to turn
into green foliage,
protecting between...
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Once I saw you cry
with all the wild strenght
that your broken soul had.
How your tears cried,
stream of deep pain,
sea that distress stiffles,
How your such dark eyes gleamed,
without any...
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The flower of my thaught
will blossom,
sometime,
when the sadness has gone away
and this is how
I will remember you,
my sweet dove,
without the pain
that I felt upon losing you
and upon not...
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Behind the windows
the trees sway calmly,
like seaweeds
under a sleeping sea,
and the greenness
there of going to and fro
calms me down
and gives me hope.
Their large leaves
fan the air
and their...
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May I speak with life, please ?
I need to talk to her out of pure necessity,
to tell her to wait for me
if I arrive late,
she isn ´t to go ahead and leave me behind,
that everybody is looking for...
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It was cold,
a dog barked at the night
and the silence that remained
was still heavy.
It was cold,
and the snow
that was falling
left flowers with thorns.
The black and white
merged
and the...
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