Where are the visions of fairy tales,
who as a child staring at them
Where the fear
who first awakened by love.
There is no one
a dark night,
with her many times we ourselves,
embraces me with invisible hands
and the fingers caressed me the bare shoulder.
And stars uncounted
me through the window faithfully lights
a wind silently past the window,
trying to sing me a lullaby.
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