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With soft down
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They have feathered their own nests
And their family is forgotten
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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
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In the corners the memories are dormant
Whether they will be able or not
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of detachment
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of a crow
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disturbs this quietness
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of the unpredictable
poisons the air
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of impending storms
destroying the garden of roses
with care cultivated
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circul¨® un viento fresco.
Cruzaron la geograf¨ªa h¨²meda del silencio, conmovidos
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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
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for the sins and the lust,
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love, the word I write,
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I am followed by the sky,
by the giant, bluish net.
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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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Boundless wounds kill motherland.
Squeeze one corner,
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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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