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Cup of Life
It is escaping my reality.
A versión of a contained dream.
Still running along my limbs..
so tired of mixing the silent shades.
A game for the lonely time.
Touching the coldness of a vibrant wall.
The child swimming inside the cup,
a versión of peaceful vessel´s brim.
Mirage of a sharp meditation,
pulling the strings of reflections,
My Life…..a heart container. Watery.
My Mind…. a blurred brook in the mist.
My Eyes….looking for home .Castaway.
I need more…more of more…more Life.
And when I hear these words I feel satisfied.
That indolent desire for keeping on beating.
The Heart of Glass, thin and transparent.
The strength of Patience, deep and silent.
The oblivion… thinning out the weight of Soul.
The promise of drunkedness, a flying seagull.
The aroma of the dried tears, clean blood.
Reality is not.
A Cup of Life it is.
And with some luck…
A Cup of Love.
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