Run behind a sun
that will never reach its goal,
and will always find its end
Jump between its dripping light,
melting clouds that only tremble
with the rain of a hiernal summer
Splash yourself with a sweat, salty
and dry from sorrow; drown to
resurge, between the seaweed
dressed of autumn, and the world
waiting to be born.
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