when i see these images of great beauty
ashes and snow,
elephants and water and children,
my soul trembles
as if caressed by
the invisible fingers of life itself.
and a greed overtakes me...
i must have them!
after,
i can only flush at my childishness,
and a sorrowful ache settles in the hollow
of my being where the heart rests softly,
recuperating with its persistent rhythm.
bum bum.
bum bum.
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