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Water dresses up:

Colors shoot in my mind 

as if they were birds.

You stay crouched
At the bottom of the memory
Painting our days
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I reflect in you but you hide 
Your stranger visage
In the evening's shade
With Ithaca in our heart
On a day long gone we left
Only to be able to return
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Getting lost in the folds
Of a foreign language
Finding myself
Transformed in a present memory 
Paints our days
With the colors of silence
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Don't search for the exit
Let yourself go to the slow
Walk that knows nothing
Digging, digging and digging
Without fear of losing yourself
Within the mists' void
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And the gaze thins out: 
Blade that rends time
To protect our day