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*I dreamnt once….though awakened,
one tear in my right hand as a pearl.
Another tear in my left as a flower.
Time run away in the ghost´s fashion,
silver and tarrish black…silence.
There was not window, out of my eyes.
There was not a door in my Home-Soul.
Knocking on a Dove´s Feather,
Skies being opened and closed.
Eternity breathed out of Space.
Cycles of Visions in gems of Truth.
The feelings crystalized in mountains,
The emotions flooded on reflections,
The past, rooted in winters without snow.
The Ice of the forbidden Land of Hatred.
twisting in agonies of melting loves.
Around and around, the contracted Sun,
tried to take my emptyness away
For ever, and never, if ever it warmed
Lost in that treasured refractions,
newly gone, and lost, and tear..some.
I wished to touch the Rock of Wisdom,
but my hand were tied to the flowers.
Trembling, fading, meeting the shadows,
strings cut of a puppet without a core.
If I keep still, as the broken shores,
dried up by the thristy sands of Life,
then I may enter into the Hall…
of those Rocks of Crystal Breathing,
purely hissing like a serpentine Love.
This image has been done with the blending of my own photographs and subjects creted with Cinema 4d, Photoshop and Illustrator. A fantasy of an special Coast of Freedom.