I see, I hear, I smell, I touch, my throat is dry, it's warm .

 The day is wet with dew,
 the light is white,
 fresh leaves of trees in spring are hungry for beauty .
  
 And I change,
 every second I change .

 I evolve,
 I ride loud and clear the breath of the universe,
 and the world changes in me .
 
 I drink the resonant transparency,
 and I send .

 My mission is to convey what is
 at random from the building spark .
 
 Patience, patience,
 my bones are cracking
 the attics are empty,
 the word opens the orifice of the throat,
 I spread the sails of the princely coulter,
 and complete the given .

 My body .

 And it's lucky to have a body .
 
 The body of the ocean with air bubbles rendered,
 and it's a chance to be in tension
 to the estuaries of eternal dawn .
 
 It is through personal practice,
 contrary to the squatting in the shadows ,
 what to meet the cold of the morning,
 open the cry of life
 far from the love-nothingness that was ours .

 my dearest being,
 this world inside me,
 taller than me,
 the other me .
 
 I'm yours .


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