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Magenta blue sky and dreams after a golden dawn,
The songs shine snowing on the moon of the fallen.
If you could see how the angels cry the plasma of Neptune,
Behind the wings of fate.
That wind erased the wounds of the silent lake,
Like an eternal kiss that was filled with sun and tender afternoon,
Between flames and gardens of consciousness.
The songs glow swarming among the earth gods,
Humanity confuses its progeny with abductions of art,
And other diatribes of insults and stelae.
If you could stop feeling guilty,
For so many mistakes made,
For so many years gone,
In a blink of gray aurora.
Here the funerals of roses and carnations collapse
Of the nectar of those who are no longer alive,
Of those who sank further,
Dressed in robes torn with forgetfulness,
And ancient sea ridges.
If you could stop remembering so much pain,
So many days empty and corrupted by reflection,
Diverting in his temple of mirrors,
You would be a flash of invulnerable faith.
Here the eyes of the last goodbye,
The faint smile of time caresses you,
I say goodbye to you
And your armor plunges after a stronghold of tears,
We look at each other and realize,
That we are simple reflexes, of a faceless mercy.
ROGERVAN RUBATTINO ©
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The Art of Forgetting
RandomHow to forget someone who has gone , how to forget someone you can not forget , for love or hate, pleasure or disappointment . The art of forgetting gives you the keys to overcoming the sleep of reason , that dream we often produces monsters...
