Soir, matin, premier jour.
Vol vers le secret, Tu.
Angle du signe, où Souffle
Verbe de l'abîme.
Débouche sur chant.
Chant brûle la peau.
Ton Poème touche ma Langue.
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Zarathustra and Heraclitus: Always playing with camels and fire in the desert
Only the desert can appease the craving for fullness, only the fire can appease the fear of darkness, only the strongest camels can cross m...
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Maybe birds dream within my Desiring Freedom and cross everything the closures of gardens, hearts, and manuscripts -
Eros, o Noturno. Eros, o Assaltante. Passas as horas sonhando sem nexo: Rende-te ou eu acabo-te! Canta-me ou eu grito! Beija-me ou eu devoro...
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