Mensagens
unveil
a path to nothingness
again,
the direction
is hidden in the soil
( the stones are now casted)
tune it now,
your mysterious dance
through the alienation
that took us
by chance
tune it all,
at the same heart beat.
on the steeple
the word and the fiddle
to touch the sky
where it hides,
it sounded mild
in the borderlines
of a new orphan star
spiritual mother,
remarking the trails
reclaiming the wisdom,
breaking
our imaginary prisons
a bit of stardom, for you my lover
a bit of dirt, underneath my nails
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