I'm going at cruising speed
In these summer days,
Waiting for you to enter
The palace of my melancholy
Without knocking on the doors
And tear full of anger,
Each one of the sad herbs
That swarm around me.
So that my Aaron’s rod
May bountifully flourish.
From now on i will be
A green airship
Swollen with hopes
That goes towards the breath
That emerges from your wings.
A sail brimming with winds
Without nostalgia.
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