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The edge of the moonless night,
the warmth of the day under our bare feet β
the sand still wears the kiss of the sun...
The whispers of the sea are full of sweet mystery
incredible still and calm under the sky
but yet β so restless deep down inside β
promising the hell of the future storms.
The sky is a black curtain of soft velvet,
the sea β unknown stage
bordered with the white shadows of the waves.
This must be the peace of the beginning of the world β
a silence full of meanings.
Only a soft whisper going gently beyond the threshold of the thoughts,
right to the soul wounded by the flames of the pain.
A simple story, sometimes happy, sometimes sad,
riding the waves,
crying in the last kiss of the sea on the shore.
Paradoxical solitude, full of voices and shadows,
full of calm and anxiety,
with soft and blessing pain β
so warm, yet so cold!
Let me share with you this moment β
like it would be a cup full of sweet poison.
Let me make this moment last forever!
Let us be immortal on the edge of this everlasting night β
the only everlasting moment in the Universe!
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