THE THIRD SMILE

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ONE MORE TIME HEART…HERE SHE COMES,

FINALY SHE HAD BORN,

AFTER YEARS OF RUSHES AND TRIES,

ON A HOLLY THURSDAY OF THE ELEVEN,

IN FRONT OF A CHRIST WITHOUT A CROSS…WITH NO SMILES,

TIED TO AN ARM WITH NO ARMS,

PUNISHED, JUDGED AND CONDEMNED,

BY THE HAND OF THE ENVY OF THE MEN,

CLOSE TO THE TIMES,

AT THE POINT OF AN OPEN HELICAL,

OPEN HIS EYES BEFORE REVIVE,

POINTING HIS SMILE TO YOUR SMILE,

TO YOUR BRUSHES TIRED OF IMPATIENT PAINTS,

WAITING FOR THE FRESHLY COLORS, OF THEIR MORNING BATH.

THE WORDS AND THE BRUSHES DANCED.

ON COLORFUL TILES,

THE DANUBIO AZUL FROM THE MEMORIES,

AT THE DAWN…AT YOUR SIDE,

TIRED TO ADMIRE, SUCH A WONDERFUL SMILE,

WAKEFULNESS NIGHTS, AFTER THE RUNS OF A CHILD,

SHALL AWAKE…OUR SLEEPLESS DREAMS,

EXAUSTED OF LOVE.

HERE YOU ARE, THE THIRD ONE…THE SEARCHED SMILE.

THE LOVER, IN A LOVELESS NIGHTS.

TO WALK, TO PAINT, TO WRITE, TO LOVE, TO DANCE.

THE SUN, ITS RISE.

TO LIVE, TO EXIST, TO DYE.

THE INFINITIVES THAT YOU WANT...BUT ENTWINE AT YOUR SMILE.