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... leading to the thought ...

The void is a hole unfilled, a drop of what is missing, a wind aimlessly.
A being deprived. It's nothing inside.
No target of hugging, or anything on earth to reach, or
hope on the horizon, or anything that moves to combat

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N or is no more loneliness than I have
or emptiness that eats the heart and widens my time ....
There is no on hold tight
or melody in the spring ... Nor is nostalgia
fall
calling me looking for the depth of my soul ...
Y. .. no, not the white sheet on the staff
or notes are black and lonely ....

T engo, the reality of my time
the minutes of solitude, I dictate what I love and feel
smiled in the soft, unhurried beat
where the notes dance, and
light in his eyes that subdues and captivates me ...

N or, I have no gaps or holes in the hands
they know the soft balm
the cool caress of
cotidano the distance between my arms ....

N o. .. I have no gaps in my I will hide all the love
lead me along that path that seduces me
key word, surround and prenetrantes ...
tenderness of petal springs, suspended in time
y. .. silent on the lake is flushed

immersed in the mystery leading to the thought
promised not to forget the sense ...

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_Poemario
In Silencio_