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    In the Night of my Soul

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    In the Night of my Soul

     

     

    It rains, it rains
    in the night of my soul
    while the hours walk 
    lost in the distance

    It rains, it rains
    on my eyes
    on my face
    a water of salt and almonds

    that transforms me 
    into nostalgia

    and under that rain
    the shadows are not longer shadows
    but pools that fill up
    with the echoes, echoes, echoes
    of my childhood

    echoes, echoes, echoes, echoes,

    It rains life
    it rains crying
    it rains rains rains
    seas of words that are nothing today

    it rains rains rains
    in the kisses that I gave

    Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want

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    Roses or bananas or how desires do what they want

     

     

    Wishes scare me
    I am never ready
    it they come true

    they can be like an onion 
    how many tears
    blinding my eyes
    when removing
    all its layers
    until I find what I wanted

    They can be like a joke
    that  I don't understand
    'cause 
    it has been written 
    in another language

    Wishes are alive
    they change reality
    to do it their way

    Wishes are alive
    they changing reality
    to do it their way
    so far of mine

    They can also be 
    a broken pocket
    through with I fall

    on strange stairs
    leading up or down
    to the same door

    A window 
    on the other side of a mirror
    where left is right
    and right is left

    Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it?

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    Everything happens inside, slowly, without haste... do we realize it?

     

     

    I refuse sadness
    and I look for the door 
    to the other side
    but pain is a key
    that everything hidden 
    It opens

    Sadness made of acts
    that move in memories
    putting in my retina
    a myriad of pale colors
    with the taste of salt

    And despite my smile 
    that becomes independent
    staying on my lips
    with the pride of madness

    everything happens inside
    slowly
    without haste

    Sadness made of acts
    that move in memories
    putting in my retina
    a myriad of pale colors
    with the taste of salt

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