Image: Aleksander NykoLai . subtle imagination - http://klimtbalan.wordpress.com/2009/11/13/9424/
Why
exile birds and empty my heart?
is embedded in the sky, solitude
sail in the turquoise sea
scales sprout them in the mirror of time.
I never resign to the edge of silence.
do not know if I can see ... Perhaps
again in my dreams if I bring
whispering wind
merchants.
owners will be made my thirst
surprised if they ever
distracting other dreams ...
Although I learned many things, yet I can not live
without feeling in some fold
birds illusion.
Marta Alicia Pereyra
Mortars, 22/11/1909
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