Calderon said: life is a dream
A deceptive escort between two awakenings
Neither life nor death
Nor something third
Neither life after death
Nor death before life
And it dies among hour hands
Before it spends the night in our bodies
Segismundo chained by precarious stars in vain
Announces a great illusion
And circles of mute dreams
After one thousand and two hundred nights
I see my bones peering in the gardens
If eternity would rule before the dawn
Perhaps it would cure the loneliness
I love the sad beauty of this. 🙂
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Thank you, Christine. ’tis a synergy of the joint elements, with the hope that love will prevail again in the next golden cycle – because everything is evanescent.
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Christine, my facebook is https://www.facebook.com/leilasamarrai.writer
Add me if you wish.
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Thanks, I will!
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