Fermo on a stone I scrutinize the stars it is always an emotion to live the instant.
The silence around me only the wind caresses me the face as a woman to its man in once of peace.
The stars seem to dance the dance it is long I don't succeed in holding the time.
I find me extended to earth and every thread of grass you/he/she is caressed by the wind.
Everything this seems a magic it needs to know how to live her/it after all thin.
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