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Like when you're dancing, I nintilef world of words, at the moment. Get the poem as you made the movement. The music, the airships that takes you in that land utopia, in space, on the premises of heart. In space welcoming and ready to be filled with the beauty of the spirit (your), color. spinthariscope In a space where you can open ġwenħajk and fly upward into the clouds. Where it becomes one with nature, with the universe, spinthariscope with light and with dark, with life and death, with fine weather and bad weather, not the animal, with the tree, (with beauty All of the world), with the stars, and planets. With the idea, the concept, with the creator.
O some beauty, o x'għasel of the spirit! You o poetry, you o music, the voice of myself, of these tears on edges għajneja, on my face. The voice of this peace, this joy that I feel inside my heart.
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