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IN THE SON OF LIGHT ... AND TIME ...










At dawn, a light awakens me,
which makes me sail to the son of the water,
Steam floating in the air,
which shows me that I am only a passage,
in this environment of nature,
where water makes me live,
where borders divide me,
and the buildings are choking me ...
I live but in fact I do not breathe ...
I go to bed finally free ...
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