vidhya
flowing black birds,
tomorrow you’ll know
the uncertain harvest
taras, cahier d’écolier
only void, light na anyate,
runs through waters
secreto sin misterio :
confuses paroles some confused words
tus ojos touch existence
vie mystérieuse, uncertain movements...
the same breath for everyone
all, part of the different
blending of things
connected characters
waiting for an event
we’ll contemplate
in a pristine face.
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