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Published on Jan 16, 2010
UNSENT LETTER Friend, good friend, greetings from my lonely evening ... In a letter that I can gather my longing, yet unspoken? In my hands the paper is burning by the fire, with which I have written. Word of silence hurts I dont hear even my thought. ... Now Im alone. I look like a corpse that faded into night funk. One star, tied with thread wind in my glass oscillate. Why did these winds blow evil and darkness as the curtain falls? The storm will snatch our voices and will burst they out with the fall of the leaf. But so what! ... Sleep, dont looking out! I will sat a wind and in the dark I will flew into your gentle sleep ... But only in the dreams ... Sleep! Dont wait for me! Or the eyes as the fatigue Ill narthex them and I will go on one silent, dreaming crossroad -- go there and I can see you ...