I cannot explain the mesure
of meaning nothing but a kind of miracle.
I cannot be what I won’t be.
Just my self can describe
the surface and the line
of solitude, of timeless tongues
and broken mirrors. As We climb
the symbol we develop
an sinner attitude to be
pieces of stars and heavens.
But the strong of verb
is already ours and we belong
to the other side of silence:
We are noise and party, people
and tragedy, we are nothing else
but liquify souls in this puzzle
called life. We deserve to rise
against the sunshine and to awake
when every life is born.

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