The curve of your games goes around my heart
a round of dance and sweetness
halo of time, nocturnal cradle and on,
and if I no longer know everything that I lived
It's games that haven't always seen me.
Leaves of day and moss of dew,
Reeds of the wind, fragrant smiles,
br/>wings covering the world of light,
boats loaded with the sky and the sea,
hunters of noises and sources of colors.
Perfumes closed with a cover the dawn
which always lies on the straw of the stars,
as the day depends on innocence
the whole world depends on your pure games
and all my blood flows in their eyes.

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