To this ultimate poem which flees us, which we pursue and which, once in our hands, vanishes, leaving us on our thirst...
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The soul misses you, it's thirsty
nothing can fill this void
in the center of the chest
it's raining, but my land is drying up
in the blaze of absence
it's as if the sun has gone down
and left the sky bare of all life
you are this fleeting horizon
this fire that burns me whole,
the hope that I dare not hope
you are this hermetic paradox
this multiple equation
unknown!
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