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For You are scarlet the skies
In front of this truth wich I could believe
Only like free angel. To You the sufferings
Of shrill words, the truth suffered
In a time of dark situation among distant
Luminaries and distant marvels.

My mind fight a battle already marked,
Already astablished for as aware,
Of my thoughts the defeat by me will come
Like blow of wind, like water of brook,
Slow and silent but with great force.

I have lit candles, tearing candles
And from the weak light I confine myself
In the agitation. I haven' t solution,
I haven' t guilt, a help I look for…

And which will be my peace?
Succumb in the inside pain is the most atrocious
Of the torments, like a beast in cage for want of others…

And then what do you do?
Magic, propitiatory Magic, to You
I entrust my destiny, to You thankful
I will be In this frozen night in this deceptive
Time my learning to You will arrive at,
Among the smoke of this brazier among
The substance of this Calyx,
Like endless cosciential journey.

Difficult will be my want,
Circuitos the way to cross,
But the fate will decide and
It there is not bigger truth to research
If not finding it in thoughts,
In own thoughts by now disturbed,
In a time by now unremembered.

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