Daylight when night falls Violently awaken by the bells and cows, and screams, and visions Nobody has hung, including my head and my spirit It’s the special visits who calls us always Makes us be awaken Nobody has actually called. The strike of our regular sleep. Returning to reality, traveling with no pause. Not knowing who are - or where we’ll end up to And comes to earth And nature And meaningless Having no time to return to us gradually Memories floating back Perhaps Obsolete objects penetrate our thoughts. Enchanting music through my brain I know nothing of the world And perhaps I’ll create a new one just for me. Everything occurs like the summer breeze, Quickly, gentilly, silently. An astral system, and I am beyond me and myself. Will you come with me?
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