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M A R C O S P E R E D A

M A R C O S
P E R E D A​
THE GAZE
Entering in mystery of love as nothing
I'm getting used to saying goodbye to what I never was
and time collapses in the gaze of that which it cannot describe
Dreams, only dreams I sing for you
I have never arrived nor did I depart
Entering in the mystery of love
lucid in my soul
opening my heart to the truth
I discover that everything resembles the gaze that I cannot describe, that everything resembles the gaze of that which I cannot describe
Marcos Pereda
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