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The poet took hold of his guitar
He picked up his bag and went travelling
He approached the waters of the river
He posed that he was going,
but decided to stay
It was a pair of lilac eyes
A voracious breeze
A call from the sea
A melody from the sky
A blanket with a hat
A certain levity
The poet embraced his plot
It's not really a secret
What he wants to tell
He walks on the petal of the letter
Flies on the button of the word
Destined to poem
As if it were a flower to smell
He plays at being enchanted
It's enchanted to play
It lets itself be carried away in joy
Travelling in tune with phrases
Towards poetry
On the weeping clothesline of your verses
Lined up with kisses
An adverse count
A certain opportunity
Where your deep
desires are declaimed
Your soul levitates
On the waves of love
Where poetry lives
Soul wrapped in nostalgia,
increases a thousandfold
The brilliance of your moonlight
With phrases of diamonds
Hallucinating desires
Every detail carved
With the carving of the heart
Explodes your emotion
Bursts forth with complete certainty
After all, he can...
He is... a poet!
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