Like a river
Just like a river flowing
Although it faces going down rapids.
So does the poet, in defiance
Drinking of familiar words,
And when I add to my dreams
Of the wilds, the old messenger,
The joy that conducive to myself,
Using these images lighter.
I always repeat the same litany,
Speaking of love that suited me
And every night I was awake,
Reaching the archangels, cherubs,
Noble ends justify the means,
So no need to wander in vain ...
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