could not live without you.
But soon the winds and tide gauge
I blew his ear
evidence that you, being you, not so
are the mirror of absolute transparency
that you so often dreamed.
In the blue sky often arise
clouds and often rain
come to disturb the bright day.
So I am not worried and I will forward, with this certainty
I dare you continue to look at length.
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