Birds of flaming crossed nights
Full of roses that bright
the singing chords that lie
in paths of doubts that rise
colorful arms of trices
leaking the sweat of times
embouldering beings of life
to keep turning the face on of the unseen brave eyes………

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we are holographic fragments of the great central infinity sky being….
wherever we are, if we raise our hands-antennas, we materialize
the highness' spectra
We are part of the unknown that sonorizes, the
presence of breathing…
Wherever we are, we rise the inner flight if we want…there's the
bridge that raises the hands towards the highness of the own being
as if the sky and the clouds was corporeal paintings, as in days of indigenous
and paganist reverence gatherings…
we are the dance when it's about to born….said the one who suddenly
started to dance ……and never stopped dancing……..

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A flower within is pulsing a dream…Castles are being seen, ladies are getting wings;

Paths are being raised to the in-side-ful of beings, we are mirrors of genres;

We simplify the air by our inner lungs-brains fair, breathing flares of rains…

said the Wind

 

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