In the words of the gestures, colors
the rhythm of the dance
trying to discover and go beyond the mystery,
not lift up carpets beaten by time.
on earth dust, footprints reveal
known
abandoned and then rediscovered.
will be the memory
lullaby to accompany this cleansing of the soul.
not omit anything
every gift that life has given me
will be filed, associated with a name that I thought
forgotten.
And history will repeat itself, more vivid than ever. From dawn
Metro and urges her weeping
the wind and the rain drops
kiss the sea that became immersed in it.
stray tears unnecessary
(I'll be close to final yield,
time that can not be ignored).
E '(this order) the last stage.
Both my sign, my ode to life
idea of \u200b\u200bdeath.
Franca
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