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These solitary hills have always been dear to me.
Seated here, this sweet hedge, which blocks the distant horizon opening inner silences and interminable distances. I plunge in thought to where my heart, frightened, pulls back.
Like the wind which I hear tossing the trembling plants which surround me, a voice from the inner depths of spirit shakes the certitudes of thought.
 Eternity breaks through time, past and present intermingle in her image.
 In the inner shadows I lose myself,
drowning in the sea-depths of timeless love.


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identity
you will never be forgotten



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