The eagle of love

The Eagle of Love

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The soul's two doors play with the golden keys.

A polar star that remembers, but an eye that does not let sleep come.

A golden dawn that always dances with the spring and caresses the airy souls with grace.

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Did you believe that you would stop counting?

Did you feel that the stars would hide their love forever?

Did you ever understand the sweet greeting of compassion?

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You will never touch your last night.

Never forget the keys of paradise.

And if at some moment, your knees buckle.

In the corner of your heart, spread your wings.

Our words of Mother Earth will become your company.

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"Where are you going, my child, with your feet bare?

Don't you remember my love?

Or have you perhaps lost the golden keys?

Didn't they speak to you?

Now, now, now. My son looked at the sun.

There where He flies, where the tear does not sprout.

And as for me, no matter how much you step on me, I will never groan.

I always loved you very much.

But perhaps you didn't understand.

Now you can."