Of Perfect Space
I feel too much world on top of me,
I feel too much world on top of me,
I feel I could love too much,
I feel my unadaptable folly,
and I have windows on the universe
and a destiny of space perfect
and a destiny of perfect space
of love round and
of love round and
I step through the wind
and from the eternal path
and from the eternal course
sometimes I slip away.
sometimes I slip away.
Where there are wounds I no longer feel
Where there are wounds I feel no more
and my wings are now made of mud,
I feel like I'm going crazy, don't abandon me.
I feel like I' m going mad don't abandon me.
I who do not have sublime forces to oppose,
I who do not have sublime forces to oppose,
I have only this time
I only have this time
that takes my heart to transform
that resorts to my heart to transform
into water,
into water,
water that does not respond,< br/>water that doesn't answer,
water that carries away,
in the eyes it slips away

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