AIRS

Too many tears,
too much suffering for nothing,
it's time for everything to cease.
I'll stop the clock, leave, 
and everything will cease,
I won't look back,
I'll forget the pain.
I will fly to the caressing dream,
and I'll finally be dust, 
happy dust.

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Dust of air, dusty 
air, gray dust of air.
Air that will fly white, 
the sad and gray will remain behind.
I will stop dragging  the matter,
the spirit will fly in pure air. 
That longed-for pure air, 
when I was still alive.

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Air of bubbles, 
air of love that takes flight, 
air to float in the good. 
Dreams of love that went out,
air of bubbles to retake the dreams.
Connecting with the flowers of the stars,
in the sky,
leaving life behind.
Leaving the body,
ascending, climbing, 
to the sky. In the sky,
in the bubbles, finally air of happiness, 
far from the corrupted and the sad.
Elevating the soul in the dream that doesn't end,
in the bliss of transcending the body.
In the ethereal world, on the other side,
in the clouds,
in the sky,
elevated.

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Without fear, 
when it approaches, 
on that limit to pass, 
to pass from what holds,
leaving the atoms behind at last.
Leaving the visible,
leaving the dead, elevating a new life, 
finally resuming, 
that place longed for since forever.
Where the music of the heart, 
resonates in the soul,
in the real life,
In the word,
of Truth.

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18 - X - 2025

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