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All usual glance is a necromancy
Inovcation of a souvenir
Ersatz of reality
Memories impressions

Real life hides the "other"
Falsed image of a fantasized reality
History eats the present
The past, occular film

The continue flow of emotion changes into a prism
Submarine of the depths, the eyes distinguish only craps
The beloved can be loved just 'cause of the ghosts
Illusions, as fragile as an ice filligree

Then comes the porthole of the camera
The flash of the mechanical eye
The dark depths of the feelings are brighted up
The mind detects new facets

New expressions, unknown glances (Strange feelings)
New images, little failings (Discovered)
Cruel disillusions or wonderful and brilliant echantments
Eye becomes lens and catches just a glimpse of the truth

A glance is the past
A glance is a necromancy

At last see all people we love
As they are and not as we thought them
The lucid eye must come back up to the surface
Often so that i'll not drown by souvenirs

New expressions, unknown glances (Strange feelings)
New images, little failings (Discovered)

Let us see, let us be honest
Let us see us as we are
The eyes are soul's mirror
And mirror has to be unstained

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