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The nest was once bustling
With noises of young chicks
With soft down
Smelling of bird milk
Today it is so empty

Chicks are already grown up
Flown out into the wide wild world
They have feathered their own nests
And their family is forgotten

A grey lonely old mother
With a dull short sight
Puts her head on the edge
And looks into the distance

The tears in her eyes are frozen
Her heart is in bitter pain
For every shadow in flight
Hopefully wistfully looking

The nest was once bustling with life
Today it is so empty and quiet
In the corners the memories are dormant
Whether they will be able or not
To fill the void


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It almost scares me
this intimate feeling of peace
deep penetrating
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of detachment
Noises and anxieties
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in the sweet air
of the evening

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like the hoarse cawing
of a crow
among goldfinches
merrily twittering
disturbs this quietness

How long will it last
I wonder
while
in the silence
the awe of the elusive
of the unpredictable
poisons the air

And the fears
of impending storms
destroying the garden of roses
with care cultivated
over the time
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En la noche los sentimientos alumbraron la piel de sus cuerpos.
El roc¨ªo cay¨® sobre los p¨¦talos y en la cima de las monta?as
circul¨® un viento fresco.
Cruzaron la geograf¨ªa h¨²meda del silencio, conmovidos

por la cercan¨ªa de la belleza oscura de lo imperecedero.
Las l¨ªneas de sus manos eran puentes que se emancipaban
en la b¨²squeda completa de sus secretos.
Las yemas de sus dedos reconoc¨ªan las pasarelas
de los sue?os.
Aves que planeaban sobre una realidad encontrada
en el paisaje de su propio deseo.
Juglares afiebrados por la soledad en un territorio
reci¨¦n fundado por el esplendor del sol.

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for the sins and the lust,
I¡¯m afraid of  the knife,
the maddening hell¡¯s dust.

Evil, the word I hate,
love, the word I write,
now I have to escape,
through this imaginary night.

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I don¡¯t want to tell you yet,
I am followed by the sky,
by the giant, bluish net.
 
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honesty is what I claim,
I won¡¯t accept to be a slave,
to take over all the blame.

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and a ray that descends through the lights of attractive mornings
it is the very first bar of light,
hidden behind the clouds ascended above
Navigating through spaces that are felt by wings
and descends in the frontiers of a mind amid the clarity named hope
depicted through organs that swallow every sound and color
of the worldly, where we are almost lost.


As a suffering letter escaping from the erosion of time
we depict our invisibility
and are excited about items gone and identify us today
the solair creek , of that sun ray turned into broken pieces
mirrored again tomorrow
and other explorations
will break the succumbed era,
as a symbol and fiery desire
to remain
as a trace of that life were a roving echo
will eulogize again the ancient land.

And when the largest gate of freedom
opened through gods and oracles standing above,
would convince the heart, that everything passes through angels that cross
through universe
then all source will be revived
and soul
into fire and shivering
would be the only brightness that will shine the world.

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My wave of dreams goes to the star world,
From sky I see the Earth in pieces and plots.
In sky gun powder smells in my nose,
Boundless wounds kill motherland.
Squeeze one corner,
and burn the another one
Ahriman observe this from their hearts.
We are all children of Adam,
born by Eva,
Or there all will grow Abel,
the devil¡¯s cunning worked hard.
All these pains and sufferings are in mother-land heart,
Except Unity my dears,
no means to cure its pain.


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