Floating by the savour of sudden streams,
in the anguish of discovering
in the deepest arcanes,
under the ocean, oceans...
and far, my image...
I live...
...and so I live
still more than the mystic poetry.
I run free, through virginal ways,
transmiting light, collor
and perpetual movement.
I come to the last ethereal degree,
the sublime quintessence of being.
I know the "true" love,
herald of power,
stumbling in the mysteries of balance,
from existence to existence.
However, I can feel the heavy hands of past
beat in my shoulder...
I absorb the time of life.
I conjugate the "true" verb in infinite.
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