The moon, my breath

The moon, my girl.

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- I am the little girl of the flowers.

A little girl who counts the moon every night.

One, two, three... stars round and round.

Sometimes I lose count and become gold dust.

Moon-walker, they call me, because the sounds here on earth don't rest me as much. Only the sparrow's morning chirping and the summer cicada's evening song.

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- Do not worry, my little dove of the night.

I am your mother. They call me Gaia.

The eternal love that you always loved.

I send you to the fellow traveler of my life.

With my flowers, I feed all day the warbling of the brook and the hymns of the nightingales.

You will always be safe in my embrace.

Love me, because one day everything will become a hymn.

The breath of the moon

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I am the breath that hesitates.

A motionless leaf

under the moon's tear.

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I look at the earth and the sky.

Before I become stardust

and diminish my sorrow.

Before I forget my name forever...

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Time is decay.

The silence of the moon cleanses it

from the voices of the day.

So that I am always a leaf

that is not worn away by the weather.

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The window of my soul opens.

Escape to the eye that follows me at night.

It is a border between the earth and infinity.

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And I sing

something that never ends.

And yet, what remains changes.

It returns continuously with another name.

Peace.

My breath.