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Dreams reveal
hidden passions and vicissitudes of that passion can run between multiple paths
lust-drenched deserted beaches
oasis paradise snowy steppes
salt lakes
cities of glass and steel
presented before us
to make dreams memorable odes
no illusions (after all, the way it is)
sleep in the light of a dark crude, pale and winter
and dreams are exalted take flight regardless of the fury of the wind that
spins ...
without taking into account the scourges of the rain falling on
silence ... all is ineffable
(even quieter pain)
the sky, the bed , infinity, chance
seeking wandering light after the invisible veil
with me flying a chorus of archangels beggars
naively expecting to wake up my warp
deluded or the passing of time and let it rule everything sealed
dreams are only dreams, there is nothing we decode the language
nothing we talk a priori, its symbolism, its strength
and is to be so real dreams are everlasting
and dreams are weak and fat dreams, dreams, fantasy overlapping
that arouse sighs fade into oblivion veiled
are mysteries that remain closed
open secret
or the spirit of light opens, and are the
nonsense that ruined offer paths we do not want to step
suddenly it's too late, though
pronounce his name and call him
prefer to wait, as if that was not your dream
dreams unknown to exalt four dimensions are asleep demanding a double-edged
suppose to give meaning to gleam in the depths
pending, the decoding of the codices
obtuse angle dark labyrinths and mirrors
and is no longer enough to resemble the real thing without finishing
because at this point the four are joined by six
and the sign is pronounced in ten dimensions
and he comes up with steps that give strength to what I dream
the intimate joy of female who knows and is in its skin
saving the exaltation thrilling obstacles
and sleep in a thousand conversations fracta multiplied, and thus
have everything ...
or have nothing.
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