I opened my window: a voice entered:
Clear, soft, somewhat choppy.
She wanted to stay...
Since then, well established,
She makes the words sing
And captivates my soul...
She addresses the sea,
Knows how to charm the moon,
And dance before my eyes...
O voice, I say to her,
Take me to the land of jasmine!
I would stop there...
I like voices
The ones I know
And the ones I guess...
There is one voice, precious,
Far and so close at the same time,
Wild and tender too...
She is Light,
the daughter of rhythm and image.
Her name is Harmony.
O voice, I say to her,
Take me to the land of jasmine!
I would stop there...
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