In the rainy
nights I think
better what I
want write
In them there
is something spiritual
and mystic who
wraps me
In some moments
they are my
safety for the
work in the
garden
I enjoy these
nights because I
sleep and dream
well
It's crazy to
want them all
the time
It is extremely
rare that these
nights I frighten
or disturb me
I wish they
would last all
year because they
are special events
They are an
extraordinary risk for
insomnia
In a sense
they are my
sphere
Sometimes I think
they are only
in my imagination
They create something
magic in the
nature
In this nights
I don't drive
because they are
very tumultuous
Sometimes I think
they are classy
and extremely exciting
Sometimes they are
sad and dangerous
because they can
to end life
They are a
sort of blessing
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