THE FOREIGN I
.
One night
and then one more night
everything to find your eyes
and your tears, embalmed existence.
.
That your eyes clear
that the winds blow
that will stay with me.
.
You who gives me
an ocean in your eyes
also scattered
are your dreams
in my singing.
.
How not to feel the sun
through the window of your soul
that brings me a river
of hope in your eyes.
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