I bow to this beauty, my friend,
your beauty that strikes like lightening, like a sudden rain
beating on the roofs to awaken the heavy sleepers.
I don't say to anyone, even to myself that I saw you, .
because the very moment I start talking
your beauty becomes an idea, a story, a thought
in the mind
The very moment I start talking
your brilliance turns into a cloud
hanging from the cliffs.
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