Travelling thoughts
November nights of great cities
Where the hotel- love dies
Torn with the anchor of life
With the scream spitting out the world
Again, with the future
I rummage the time in rubbish heaps
To find the essence of the rights
Ruling over immortality
Dipped in the twilight of space
Swing with hips to raise the laughter
Which overfills me through and through
To shout no existing names
To express a charm tells
Which are thundering sluggishly
Through the waves
Caressing my soul
By unremembered songs of the world.
The gentle space raises my body
To pour on himself with the surface
Seeking of the liberation
Somewhere behind the horizon
Of the Uncertainty
The Life depends of the power of shoulders
Groping for
the Resting-place
Would be possible to come back home
And at this time?
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