By TimeMaster | Journal of an Alchemist | 5 Apr 2019
Two steps beyond silence,
I'm painting the dawn of dreams.
So much pain terrifies me,
so much useless warfare.
We are going to weave the world with songs,
with flowers that scare away hatred.
May the only shot be the sound of your kisses.
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I'm an admirer of Pablo Neruda's poetry and Serrat's songs. Walt Whitman made me a path of Leaves of Grass, to reach the edge of infinity. Since then I am a citizen of the world.
Here I make my dreams
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