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In the midst of a lake immensity
within an old espadrille
there is a burning candle
Like a winged cross

You see a decade after
Words are being born

And as if you were baptized again
on the Chagall's canvas
in the water through the ether
you are looking for the lost blood






Lydia

1.

With a gift from past lives
they summon spirits through
magical circles With premeditation
using Van Gogh's ear to draw
the madness of the souls of others And reflect
on the white snow

Through the euphonious OM* I sink
so that Evil cannot reach me

* OM - Sanskrit,the most sacred mantra.

2.

No one to pass from there
Saturn predicts the black snow
and lambs that are slaughtered
without the right to pray for salvation
The wanton
forces of Evil mate
from scream of the nature

The Dove Song c… Continue

When all the evil speaks
from the eyes of the snakes
the unbaptized waters flow They swallowed
smiles over the rite
shamans performed
The road bends
and leads to silence

The prayer starts
Birds sowed the incense
where the legend took place
Since then the smile
comes itself between people
when the snow falls.



Lydia

The images, face
and peace disappearing
as a murder
in the snowless night
Incomprehensible voices
and shadows
deeply shriek
From the field
homing herds
the soul ascends
to God



Lydia