She looks through the blind lens
Nothing...
Just her, and her heartbeat.
Dances encircle the words that she tastes,
As she writes down unlived memories.
...
She laughs,
At the light...
Of the jokes of the future.
While she ponders what will become.
...
She listens to ancient and modern art:
From the consonants that lived, to the one they are all gaga for.
She is moved...
from a distance.
...
She dreams of understanding, with the name always on her tongue and in her mind.
A peace so deep,
It lives.
...
She wants:
Humanity's myths.
Because they live...
in the blind lens.
...
...
But she knows where to look.
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