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Speak to Me- Fanny Carrion de Fierro

If only I could hear
about your mysteries
your doubts
and your delusions,

the seven dawns your hand touched,
the seventeen deaths,
the six hundred faces,
the hundred thousand words,

Open up your lights and darkness,
your silence and your song.

And tell me
there are feelings lying
in the depths of the volcano
and that emotion slumbers
as fiery and as naked
as the altar of the air
over the chasm.



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