I spent a few moments with my wings still,
lost in the labyrinths of the no yes, maybe, of time...
on one of those watercolor clouds
he made me those answers that should not be made.
That brief time of taking a truce was enough to suddenly feel a betrayal under my feet.
The fire of lightning burned my legs;
the wings were saved and I don't really know why.
To live
on foot of war,
seconds out, seconds out...
that today, I'm still here,
here.
I spent a few moments with the sail lowered,
lost in labyrinths of 'who I am and where I'm going...'
believing that the sea was undressing in calm,
I jumped into its humidity and declared my love.
That brief time of returning was enough. into the water
to feel surrounded by the winds of a cyclone.
The hate of the waves diverted my boat;
I followed the voyage that an albatross marked for me.
I spent a few moments with the guard down, lost in the labyrinths of am I one, of the o three?
absorbed in that doubt I did not hear the bell
or perhaps its ringing reminded me of my childhood.
That brief time of returning home was enough to feel a low blow that made me fall.
The canvas kissed me while biting some coins;
the force of that blow helped me stand up.

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