I keep in my heart the impetuosity of a fountain, all the colors of life, I would like to make flowers sprout strange, full of spells, born in the snow, the seas rose, moved by the wind. I would like to stop the bleeding, it dried in the sun's heat, I would like to raise a mountain, dig a hole, fill it with all the evil that surrounds me, and then return it to its place and listen to the beats of my heart to return peacefully.
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