The signs of a path that opened before my eyes, discarding certainties, putting aside control, power, ambition.
Like the song of a bird early in the morning, like the glass that overturns from the counter, like the noise of the clock falling to the ground, that's how you came into my life, a life complete in itself but that feels the warmth of a close friendly body. Walkers of heaven, lovers of the night, like ropes we braid our hands when the wind is cold and the moon does not shine.
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