Climbing with bare hands    
smooth wall    
the ropes stiffened by excess    
the deep sound of the piano    
risked a few giant steps    
on the land of expectations.        
 
    Engage the mighty beast    
fangs hemmed with thick baboons    
in the alley of rustling leaves    
between twisting beeches    
without the call being heard    
towards the wolf fountain.        
 
    Against the light    
the sun in a halo    
around his boss    
the prince    
in a cloud of dust    
was going great.        
 
    The long fingers of the stranger  
on black and white keys    
hammered out the sweet sound    
of a goodbye    
at the very least    
respecting the touch of a silence.        
 
 
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