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For my heart your chest is enough,
for your freedom are enough my wings.
From my mouth it will arrive to the sky
which was slept over your soul.
It is in you the illusion of every day.
You arrive like the dew at the corolas.
Underminings the horizon with your absence.
Eternally in flight like the wave.
I have said that you sang in the wind
like the pines and the masts.
As they you are high and taciturn.
and you sadden suddenly, as a trip.
Cosy like an old way.
Echoes and nostalgic voices populate to you.
I woke up and sometimes they emigrate
and they flee birds that slept in your soul