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*I have dreamnt with eyes opened..
beleiving the night was a flower.
Ivory petals of shinning blood..
as plants have their own..
in trasparent delicacies..
pulsing with the sun within.
My eyes blinded by breathing..
such a matter of confussion..
tears as blood..
blood as tears..
air… dark as water..
at the opening of myriads of stars..
never to come out
of their darkness littering.
An angel emerged from my senses…
fathom of energies revolted against the light.
Was it he.. was it she..
was it I..?.. may be?
Floating in emotions..
understood as a heart
insuflated by thinking…
Unsubstantial as ether..
Maremagnum of vitality..
enclosed in a primordial womb.
I have dreamnt with eyes opened..
beleiving I was dreaming…my soul,
dragging tangled weeds …
of all the minutes..
my Soul had lived…
without emtpying the desire´s well.
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