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utopian longing.



The dream that feeds my soul.


latent
're my muse that I keep at this time that I
about
calm after last years

to ignite a flame that keeps my soul.

You became my dream,
my anxiety, my company,
awakening my joy, that did not charge
force,
and now with your presence
reborn my fantasies.

is something that lives in my
that life with me,
and if only
illusion is not complete my joy, I am also happy

when your energy takes me.

A dream that leads me
that might be absurd

perhaps utopian longing that must end in nothing more however

alive ... hopefully tomorrow. -------------------------------------


Author: Jorge Horacio Richina
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