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When you look in your own mirror and recognize yourself
the house’s window lights itself, the trees walk freely in the garden with the meaning of every word on the leaves, the entry gate’s stone breathes time with its eyes. You close the dignity rays in a circle and let the light run outside on the wings of thought, white butterfly. Th evening calls you with silence you can hear, sounds are pure gestures that caress you with air fingers. As the wind scatters your hair and cools down your skin, that outlined dreams blossom inside you, from which children of tomorrow are to be born. Word close down in your memory, doubts do not allow them to come out, the extraordinary seed that sprouts with non sense and breaks the forgetfulness, is expected. Time climbs the slope of love, enters the gate of normality that many open and close back. You’re left with the unselfconscious smile of a woman that waves at you and leaves.
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