Time with no help from us
Has placed you exactly where
You need to be, for no two moments
Are ever alike, or have the same quality
Of yesterday or tomorrow, today is
The silence on the snow
A visitor in your mind
Of alien truths that are not so foreign
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Space is a sleeping woman
Full of luxuries and stars
Love is the wandering pollen
That is invented day after day
We are all like nomads half sleeping
That haven’t quite accepted
Their place in the design
The story that is like a shared myth
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A narrative until the world ends
But worlds are born and die every day
Invisible to our eyes, but our hearts
Are spread thin like the darkness of history
The history that is the future
And the love that is simultaneously
All our ancestors, and all our descendants.
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