A mirage appears to me
mentioned
between the dense bush,
where the sun
can not enter.
embroidered
on silk,
wraps of thoughts
the faint magnitude
more
half-human,
that tire touches
the vault of heaven.
But you,
just you,
you open the infinite
create a new universe
light, silver and gold,
you
guide me
elsewhere,
where angels without wings
drink more
from the source.
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