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Someone was whispering in my right ear:
In a life without aim
We can escape
Chasing the perpetual movement
...

My happy homeland
And its celebrated image
For these past times
Going to an undefined aim
...

It was a trail
Rolled up as a long memory
I used to walk upon it every evening
...

A frozen afternoon

Hallways of loneliness
Were opening new dimensions
...

The inner lands


You still travel
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Wild Horses

Someone was whispering in my right ear:
In a life without aim
We can escape
Chasing the perpetual movement
Of the inner self to the center …

All around me

Spheres were turning
Spaces were delineated
Desires were burned down to ashes

Smoke and the absurd
Of the present moment
Darken
The memory of a time
Where wild horses
Were grazing freely
The ember tasting graze


Caii salbatici.Translate in English for Rosalba Valle

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