THE NEW JOURNEY
decorating a dream to be new again;
this is a night, or an elusive world,
in my arms, whose the world
has gone confined,
I do not know
who has
gone down in the depths of breath; an
endless flow; has swept me away,
then who plays; with my heart
and life; obsessive
passions;
floating on the moonlit sky, whose body
odor; in the winds are being
plastered, the tonight,
get me to a new
journey, the
restless
soul wants the aesthetic salvation - - -
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