Maggie Cheung
Among the rows of silent
hear a scream of silence
is the soul that dances
time in the woods.
The shadow of uneasiness
salt was almost
amber fog,
little in I see light
the shape of your body,
only step by step
games with the carousel of thoughts,
I t'osservo looking
the right words,
embroidering among the light
the colors of the discovery.
Whip the soul barefoot
until a smile
escapes me, the moon
to keep me company
and my night was the dawn
with your appearance in the heart.
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