a vague trembling of stars
a vague trembling of stars is lost: death smiles from afar everywhere the dread, beneath the andalusian stars tears burying the heart, and every heart is an enigma children are pale, as my sadness carrying its arrows shaped by mystery, a dream bids me farewell a spider, the impossible fantasy of the sea will the foam melt? will we burn our trees? this is the sadness of my dance: such grave fantasy my passion is hungry for kisses, the fruit of your kisses a fountain of innocence, forever hopeless your hands like flames sharp as blades: not carnations, not butterflies rest, good children of the circle, untouched by disillusionment petrified, pensive, in contemplation in search of sorcerers and princesses, gazing at the tragedy and the rain falls on the monotony of the restless streets
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