You were there,
under the serene vault,
in the middle of the plain
picking up morning stars
with hands on your eyes
you were hiding
afraid of the brightness
of the rays.

You were aware that I looked at you
like at the sun
shaking because of

But you did not care:
how many times night
wrapped me.

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