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TO THE ABSENCE
TO THE ABSENCE.
When a piece of the moon dishevels in the night
.The shadows in parade shan't return anymore:
, Poets with the rare liquor in their lines,
. And a bohemian coughing his love in boulevard.
When the night turns over,and it walks into the light,
The quiet voices of silence come back from the abyss.
That abyss that keeps secret the forgotten memories
And ,when dawning, they repeat some chant.It's the same
As a piece of cristal that has become foam
When dreaming with a sea that is lone and too far.
The fruits born from the night abandon the path,
. And the ignored perfume vanishes out of time.