SYNERGY

Infinite thoughts

painting the human mind



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falling leaves

subtle breath



rainny day

love those things anyway



let me look into her eyes



(pause)



on the whole

down goes the temperature



(the viola in my mind?)



or in my life?



(pause)



today i'm become invisible



she floats in the air....



the autumn's robes



if this should be

since feeling comes first



there is a lot of nuance

in my dream



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my one point of rest



(pause)



against the dying of a wish



entering the world and sing myself



a tree alone in a field

knowing the truth of desired things



......................... scratch!



(pause)



another day,

the same affinity



the light seems to be moving



there's nothing left

away from the world



can't waken anything

through the night



... and there's the moon!



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(pause)



my thoughts

have turned often to you



under the long bridge

and listen all night long



... reminiscences...



in a while...



ssshhhhhhh



(pause)



who could be my lighthouse?



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... I beg the present to the past rewind



it's not every day!



there's nothing left in here



life to me

is just a play...



(pause)



oh! I miss the white nights

where I could open

the window of my vulnerability



prosodic harmonies...



my star shines bright

still walking on the threshold

by the tides of destiny



wednesday morning



my heart joined breathing...

just like that anything could change

because the uproar...

always hurts me



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people walking around

enveloping the spirit laden shadows



... and suddenly



you



(pause)



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the only things real

are the blood on my arms



a cadence more fluid than rhyme



a place of my own



(long pause)



and you

contemplating the lines...

of unlimited



creating

interminable

and sensitive meanings

of your own being



(very soft)



so deep...



so sweet...







you are