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I wake from sleep just before waking,
when the vision is not real
and perception of things floating,
between imagination and dream. I would like to attend

that sense of not belonging
snatch and the essence, because every single gesture

live its own life.
I would like the word dance
drawing walls of cotton, where
bounce
reborn under a new form, which emerges in sublime
violin notes.
I wish that light that fills my eyes

tickling the rest

knew every move that surround the air turns things around, so that life could sweeten

clinging to emotions.
And I, right there, I would fall asleep
.