Wednesday, January 27, 2010 | |

You moon,
how many songs have you already heard?
how many wishes throughout the centuries have ploughed the sky to reach you?
Port of poets who don't write and who often lose their reason
You welcome the sighs of those who yearn
And give the gift of a dream to every soul
We are angels of clay who can't fly
souls of paper that burst into flames
hearts like leaves that fall
dreams made of air that vanish

Luna tu, who watches me, now hear me...

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