The fountain

"Quench my thirst and I drown, each of its parts, my light. My pain trembles when I see him, that way of bringing peace to my soul, only she understands it..."

Your dewdrops were garlands of time, particles of the universe with the appearance of a secret sea. Where when searching, I find myself, I think, I leave how insecure I was, giving, to the timid voice of relief, my resurgence.

Under your waters rests, the sweet lady with sad eyes, the one who wanders the world with her empty pockets and her tar sheets. He no longer knows how to get up, his eyes of fire were trapped between the coral diamond with its dark brilliance. The creative source, of the same streets where he lost himself in his nostalgia, was the barrier of his desire to wander, a response to the many years of waiting, until death surprised him in his attempt to become.

"You know the why of things, you bring happiness to those who deserve it and allow them to lose themselves, and then with your wise way of loving, you hypnotize them with the pendulum, bordering on eternity..."

You are bliss, you bring the memory, the false poem written on the skin with each letter used as a pretext. It tells the story of a total surrender, a love between humans, unable to understand the truth. Pain, when you are unfaithful, the tiny wall that divides them and does not let them see.

As the only destination, with no alternatives, the lovers end in a breath, an attempt to fly higher than the camouflaged suffering.
Then you see them fall into the broad concept of life, which indicates that love is fallible, difficult, to understand.

"Waves in a constant sway, waves of my reflection, are stained with the black sea of ​​their broken glass, moved by a dream. Smoke of desire, far from reality, when I want to quench my thirst in the chapters of dark poetry, which are part of your sky"

Thus, I pay the price, between the dawn of the spring, I wanted to be its owner, that time when I begged him to make me wake up from a dream, the longing for what was written, led me to dilute the ink in its flow of poison.

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It is the fountain, the beginning of a suffering being, the end of the dead poet who refuses to die, the faded black and white dream of the prisoners of the mind and their desperate cry to get out, the source, the voice of the great and gag of the penitents, fountain..., light at the end of the tunnel, that goes out, before you arrive...

"We toast to becoming, she laughs at me, she mocks, when I drink from her waters with a broken soul, from falling to the ground drowning in a broken glass..."

Ambitious of her power, the one that takes me away from the known world, because I live in the fountain and the source lives in me, she, the inexhaustible suffering that intoxicates me, she and I, intoxicated in each other, because in the end, we are only one...

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Behind his monochrome portrait, I see a face, an eye that looks at me with mockery... insidious, sharp pointed gaze that pursues me and kills me slowly, leading me to write madness, which it titled:

"Made for love", in my study of the letters, a summary state, where loving her is the greatest madness and her madness the greatest pleasure in existence...

"Causal of my past and origin of my present, it makes me know the truth, the line between life and death. Then she asks me to leave her, between yellow leaves that dress me as an obituary, in the garden of the fountain."

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She has a return, and I, no, I am only part of her recycling. Divine source, knowing the secret, gives me a little of its divinity, being more, what I give it. It seems to expect nothing in return, but deep down, deep down, his plan is far-fetched.

"The fountain awaits me in the midst of this insomnia. I remember that before I was normal like any other, without so many egos, without so many biases in the mind, with such profound episodes..."

With the multiplicity of a soul liberated in fragments, fragments that sink and do not return, swallowed by the maelstrom, that bear her name engraved, are herself, simply, the fountain...