Forgetting the Moon and Back

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Listen to me, siren ghost of the northern seas , humans do not know remember your name , land owners do not know how to pronounce your name , do not see nor the tide of your dreams.We all want to fly and forget that life is a raptor moon full of wounds and scales , full of years , full of seconds immortal and elusive .Forgetting the moon with its glitter at night, forget his lips of silver in our bronze bodies, like a wolves in the sky of the earth.

Listen to me, siren, call me again, bring me your stormy mornings and never forget me again...

Listen to me, siren, call me again, bring me your stormy mornings and never forget me again

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