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Between Christmas and Resurrection

There is a twilight zone of motion.

It seems, as a rabbit comes out.

At this hour,

She is the mistress of the weightless dance,

Nothing leads her to the edge, to wander.

Like a boy’s balloon, bouncing, they go to the pier.

Weather, Ophelia’s floating dress.

Figures are outlines of a Danish castle.

Whirling white flying snow,

Like a Venetian, what

Ruling the world, with gold and bronze,

Blurred in the Moonlight is a mirror,

A little ruddy, from blood.

The fog is the third,

The only accomplice is winged.

The Earth decided to play hide and seek.

There is a head in the bag, no seed

Outraged by the human tribe.

The cradle of bad weather is blind.

Old men, covered with a cap of pagodas.

Great Light of the wave,

Almost sonic descend

Melt on their heads.

Like a fish with red eyes

You look at me,

Recoiling, you turn pale falling.

She looks with embittered longing,

With hands on her hips,

Exactly the cross of a nun.

Defenseless youth, regretting,

Crossed his arms over his chest,

Tears fall without leaving eyes.

Minutes pass like centuries.

Another, a glass of water will serve?

Maybe I am an opportunity for her…

Fix account.

She will come to me,

Pushing him in front of her selves.

He will open the doors,

Like a Roman soldier,

With a spear, to the gates of heaven.