I feel vibrate the impulses of my heart
In my fingers so shy and jovial and hot
The flash and sacred moment transports the images at the end of my life pen
So as the winds pass without stopping, the images run
At the unlikely moment, my heart captures this moment flying
And the top of my finger hynoptise this natural working
So delicate, this unexpected capture calls all my energy
To keep this moment of synergy forever
Who will not come back in my stops on images
When the lights of these moments are imprisoned freely
All the glowing beams come together greatly
To form this natural painting of the image of reality
My photos become moments for no escape from reality
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