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jueves, 14 de marzo de 2013

Molted Beings

Have always felt my soul is alone
a flying bird in the darkest horizon of this world
No fighting anymore, war is done
Brighten eyes converting the devastated floor
land of fears among the holes
No more hate, no more
I can breathe but there is no need
of breathing anymore

Raised the emblematic stars with the spirit of all connected
Just one unit as everything
Electronic touches of mastery
Smiling, dancing, vivid vibration,
peaceful anarchy
Just vomited this anatomy
and felt bliss, free spectrum,
condensed air of creation,
lovely alchemy.

Ana Lía Casvar

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