It is me
That in these days
I am a passage toward the ether,
I’m carrying an installed Icarus
In the right side
Of my heart.
These longings of leaving far.
This horizon that clouds me the reason.
And you
With your constant
Persistent
Perennial
Beating of wings,
With your immaculate clouds
That touch me deep inside.
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