SEQUENCES OF ETERNITY.
The drops of wind drenching this tact of your miseries...
In the other side, far beyond the Antipodes, the ancient rain is coming from the stars... you are there... alone... trying desperately to get time... but sadness too...
You are getting dust and dancing, past and forever...
On the stage, under the shield of your halo, so pure... so perennial... there you are... absent from what chains and drugs... indifferent to those shadows just willing to choose the coloured paintings...
More vivid than ever, in perpetual wait, crying for no being able to blossom...
The wrinkles of your illusion trapped the desires in another dimension...
Maybe in previous lives... Perhaps it never happened... Probably you were prince and slave...
The course of your hesitations feeds the souls of some believers and in the meantime, it dawned...
The spectacle is over... and you... you... just want to fly...
Don't you notice? You are wind! You are ashes! You started the definite sunset!
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