So Be
the last string that separates me from you
Melt centuries
stand between us forever banish the sadness of your smiles
And the nostalgia of your hugs
Dar new fruits to the dead tree and bury the dead
past with new hopes
Cheers to burn in the ashes of a flame
That so many tears had off then
Mudar rarefaction of the faces and shoulders
uncomfortable
By weight they must bear
of years lost in cold darkness
Open eyes again, without any veil translucent membranes
Peel
that deform the world and render it sterile
impregnate the future with golden dreams Shouting
the Storm that faces us
Taming the Sea furious with our hands folded
stand up on the autumn wind
dress and feel the tears of heaven to bathe our faces
Finding lost keys
to open your heart to mine and vice versa
merge into an amalgam of aromas
Quenching the thirst of our parched lips rest
Finally, one
In the land of dreams and Metaphor
What are yours and mine heritage
And dream again , together, to not wake up.
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