Patchs.
Torments of passions and illusions,
to sprout from sensations,
flood the integrity of my body.
I walk paths without direction,
guided by the agitation of my soul,
is like a frenzy,
yearnings that see no way out.
I am like the wind, I blow hard,
I am sea, I break in the rock,
I am fire, which burns in your skin,
before the hardness of the earth I scatter ashes.
I seek the path that left the calm,
emerging from the storm,
following the course,
towards a new awakening.
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