underwaterHer colors drain in voices The gold in her blood drags its wings I listen to the blue of the water sleeping alone With her dreams leaning on fishes that flee On the boat passes the futureunderwater
Culorile se scurg in glasuri Aurul din sânge târăște aripi Ascult albastrul apei culcate singură Cu visele sprijinite de pești care fug Pe barcă trece viitorul
inspirationThe notebook opens as though I pull the sheets. I have uncovered and covered. The notebook is white. The letters rise to the surface and I see to the bottom. White. Flight. Flight in flocks of swallows above the page. Flight in a dream. Flight of what I read. The letters are rocks. Mountains. I see in three dimensions. The page is white as a rainy day. I pass with the boat on the page. I move the oars. The boat advances slowly. I see in the page as if the sky through the clouds, the air through the branches with leaves. The book is white. It is white. It is white. It enters my eyes like the sun. It is white as the moon. I put on the page likeinspiration
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