The Bells of the World

Through the cursed path I drag my feet
Autumn yanks its green hair in fright
I do not know who is insane, autumn or I or both of us
With sadness mud in the street burdens my steps
I have left the gates open to the spirit
While me as if I were a nun
as lantern for light in my hand hold a moon
Just like that I seek to walk alone
Away from the noise, away from hypocrisy
swearing at each other we are left
beggars in God's banquet
Even if they have hated you my heart
You are at fault because you implore only to love
Do not get weary as a dried branch that autumn turns to crumbs
Embark in the rainbow of dreams
To kiss the seagulls of azure sky
Even if they have thrown a handful of dust upon your grave
Go and take a bath with the swans in the treasure island
Even if followed by the claws of the beast
Do not fade away wandering the streets
Go and ring on the bells of the world
Awaking to the Earth the long drowsed love

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