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In a gradient of all the colors and shades
the elements gained conscience of themselves:
the stars ignite, darkness becomes light...
Nothingness: the sky with us inside.

One Cause gave birth to a chain of causes,
or perhaps Time never started; it is irrelevant
at least. I am here and now! I learned my lessons,
I look ahead, and I see your eyes looking at me.

I walk towards you (our sights engaged).
The music of Tango, my heart and my steps,
wave a braid with your hair and your breath,
our arms entangle. Home is embraced.

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