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"Birth of Constellations (Ivirea stelelor)" ..................................................................................................................................
Others are born here on Earth, In a fresh scent of salt and milk. The buds burst out biting the twigs With the silky movement of the serpent. O, would my birth Be repeated again? With dilated pupils, o, breeze of pain, With white clouds will you pass over my face? Would you, one evening, leave me again Like a translucent bone on the hot sands And fretting on the skys pavement, Mater, Would you ever remember our love?" |
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