Seeing from here
everything there is:
the sky ends and
silence begins.
A sea of u200bu200bstars
and getting lost inside, dreaming:< br/>Is there anything left here? Who knows...
No one comes down from the darkness,
in the middle of the white
in the middle of the sky:
trees of fog
and light, and light, and lightee.< br/>You know where we started from,
so..
don't tell me what time is,
it comes and goes from here,
don't tell me what time is time
from this distant light
that you see..
And they are stars, silences,
expectations: a glance
that will soon be..
In the evening in winter
it's all clear:
eyes made like light;
the darkness doesn't scare you
you know it:
you can see the road
/>in the white from here..
No one comes down from the darkness,
in the middle of the white
in the middle of the sky:
trees of fog
and light and light< br/>and light and lightee...
The steps are white
in the white, so..
don't tell me what time is,
it comes and goes down from here ,
don't tell me what time is
from this distant light
that you see..
And they are stars, silences,
expectations: a look
that will soon be..
They are stars, silences,
expectations..
..soon it will be
Don't tell me what time is.

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