| Thursday, January 28, 2010 This source that subject to the wind of life on my light of dawn spreads is never lost, but gain. This succession of sunsets without fragrance or color echoes or fixing my imperfect substance never lost, but gain. This time full of pauses not leave my love matures, twilight in a dark place as a path ending the shadows that grow and tremble, is never lost, but gain. |
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| This origin of days without route exposed to the wind of life spreading light of dawn on me never harm, but benefit. This succession of late nights without fragrance or color echoes or that my imperfect substance fixed not never harm, but benefit. This time load breaks not let my love mature dusk in places obscure as a trail-ending between shadows that grow and tremble, never harm, but benefit. |
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