When the times fly
and the eternal song
remains loud
the light of love
appears on the sky.
When solitude monologues
tend to shadows
the eternal song
appears on the horizon.
Why do we need to seek
the lightness in life?
We don’t know how to be
other way than humans,
and we cry, we kiss, we felt,
every minute of our existence.
The eternal song remains
in the inner vocabulary,
in the tenderness, in the sun,
in the air, while we grow up
to the end of the darkness.

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