Sleep discovered from dreams, a sanctuary of stillness and peace. Silence in the mouth, where words dare not disturb the tranquility. But in the eyes, a world of poetry unfolds, each glance a verse, each blink a stanza.

The body, adorned with transparent stars, a celestial tapestry woven into the very fabric of existence. A sky in your clothes, a moon stamped on your nose, and the sun dancing on your cheeks. You are a walking constellation, a masterpiece of the cosmos.

And within this celestial visage, a face filled with tenderness, a sketch of poetry etched into the very essence of your being. Your presence is a symphony, a melody that lingers long after the music has ceased.

If it takes prose, it strips itself in verse, a dance of language and rhythm. It welcomes itself in music, a symphony of emotions and desires. A virtual lyricism, a silly desire to embrace the eternity that never existed, a solo of the lovers, a sacred fruit, my composition.

Inside of me, there is a voice and a guitar, a harmony that resonates with the very core of my being. It is the music of my soul, the melody of my existence. And in this symphony, I find solace, I find beauty, I find the essence of life itself.

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