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Sleep my child

A woman in white dress disappears behind the mountain
His brown hair fell over her shoulders forward toward his destiny
In a flurry of silent notes
She turns with a gesture and flying ice chips

She hoped that he does not drop
she could follow in his footsteps
In the sky in the snow or in the compact desert sands
In the lights in the statues or the fallen empires

She hoped that he does not drop
Throughout this white desert
Then she let herself slide along the mountain
Icicles burning in his eyes dead

There have been no more than gestures of body
There have been no more cries of voices
It does There were no faces that looks
There was only snow storm without

A woman in white dress disappears into the mountains far
It inexorably sinking into the bowels of the earth
For she had hoped that you do not drop
But you've pushed hard and patiently

Sleep my child, sleep, then you can remove your dress
Clear your body the traces of your lovers
Te sleep on your bed last stone
And never put your feet on this earth

In this whirlwind
Sleep my child

© Delphinium April 2010