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Silence, source of illusions,
musing murmurs kept between closed lips.
Words faded away, double reflections.
Silence, offering, negating isolation.

Now or later the full night starts its round.
In the nocturnal embrace of interlaced dreams
She will escape.

For we are the hope of the earth
Rising in the dazzling night,
Gold among stars.
We are the messengers since the beginning of time.

Her dream is a mold
the Alchemy of words illuminates the night
Her mystery is a landmark
the world interrogates.

Patterns as butterflies dancing
a bridge between yesterday and today
Our destiny, One,
as cheerful as the faces of our ancestors.

Rhythm, life source
bursting forth from the core of the earth, dry ground
as a distant rumor, alive and bare.

My night I give you
and the embrace of the day
the stars, life….
For I am the boundless one, bare scarlet flower

She dreams of a place
Yesterday is not so distant under her close eyelids.
Signs flicker and soothe her mind.

They crossed out the sun with their lifeless words.
But there, a red clay road invades the silence.
We do not forget.

I shall steal the water’s memory
the breath of the stars, the voice of time.
My ancestors whisper…..