in every walk

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Wherever you will go
my dreams will go with you
like a rock in a sadness fountain 
in the time of oblivion,
in the land of eternity
in Ítaca, with the death caress
and the sword of the past 
and the present at all 
a mouth sealed in infinity
like a tomb where the lonelyness 
take me your fragrance.

My only skill is have you
without you,
but not full me this water shine,
not full me those times 
of green sun smiles
in the desert of life...
i need a presence,
i need a hope,
i need an illusion...
Be, like now, like ever,
my dream in every walk
along the drops the sea!



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M. Á. M.