Stone Water
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Wrapped in silk, you hold my hand,
my countess.
Full of quiet fire and tenderness.
We ride winged horse carriages by our apricot plantation.
There by the sea,
wine and raspberries are waiting for us.
I fell asleep on the sand,
covered by the wind and your hand.
In front of us, a cove in stone is dreaming.
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We are in the water together,
pure folds of passion.
An icosahedron enveloped by a cube,
Plato’s house is next to it.
You are the woman because of which I seek god’s power.
To change the water color
into a shade that will make you smile.
I call upon a long line of ancestors
and all the genealogy power.
By divine influence
I change the shade of the water.
I woke up your joy and laughter.
However, all my heavenly signs are quickly disappearing.
In your hands, I am an ordinary man.
Loved and happy.
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Invisible contracts from the past are binding.
We flirt with who we indeed are,
leaving the empty shells behind.
In a world full of evil,
I know despair is not our destiny.
All the meat-fed hunger of ours,
made us converge for years,
to the same point of life
wisdom and understanding.
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You are my notebook of joy
where I write the symbols
what the waves are whispering to me.
The semantics of the record is unknown
The lines cover your right shoulder
where only my pen can write.
When the record is finally done.
Melted by your warm embrace
I become a stone.
A monument to our love.
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