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He arrived while I wanted to do my best poetry
my Angel
Wrapped between their lights and his singing voice
From his mouth
The Milky Way in every atom of his breath

The sound of his voice evokes all the loves of the past
And makes the future look back, with a loving smile
Searching the beginning of better times
Where crazy is the boundary between happiness and sorrow

My Angel Sing
And the gates of oblivion, closed by pain
They watched the hardness of themselves and turned their backs
Leaving freedom simply be
From the forests of my childhood

The breath of his song transfigures the images of desire
Making a reality that is life itself
Asleep on the consciousness of knowing that everything is but a game
Where our hands are intertwined until endure this life

My Angel Sing
Its melody is that path Flying in my dreams
to be walked with a thousand feet of the seeker
Hopelessly lost the last smile
When transiting those unknown fields

Ana