From my cracked heart crystals are reborn;
The tired Moon falls into a thousand pieces
While a star, placed before me,
Weakly whispers to me: “Don’t abandon me!”
Old songs all swirl in chorus,
Trying in vain to scare away the Pain,
Soon they become shy when my magic crystals
Cover me with tenderness with a poetic veil
Lady Wisdom comes to me: "May my voice sublimate you!
I forgot to live looking too much for the intimate, Forgot to dance wanting too much love,
I forgot to love; now I enjoy
If my destiny is in my hands,
Come, I'll get busy thinking about tomorrow
Far from uncertainty, touching on the grandiose
That a few bouquets of prose arouse in me"
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