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You are not sane.. Nor am I sane as you are.. So forgive and come in the night of your silence. Longings blossom in my chest.. Leaves in the foothills of my imagination. Tears of sorrow and my lips are confused. A thousand questions come.. In the glow of the suburban rent, Like a butterfly hovering over my lamp and your voice.. Like the light that shakes me and knocks on my door.. Awakening my joys. Longings travel between my sides. A whisper lights up the night of my wake. .. And my wailing, so if I sleep, my writers cry for you, and the eyes of the night complain about you.. My wounds became addicted to the depth of sadness in your eyes, and I collected my destinies on your palms. Where is the way to your arms, and how can I rest in your hands for a moment? My ego envelops me.. Nostalgia for you dissuades me. Nothing extinguishes the fire of your love in my blood except the sparks of fire in your lips. Your love was in the mists of my time as a solid.. My certainty is the wrath of sorrows and illuminates my veins.. Your glory is in my blood. And in my heart, my enemies provoke my steadfastness, and the misfortunes of the world shake my being and me On my path with your soul I am guided Neither poverty defeats me nor deprives me What is love but our love and our humiliation What is sadness but our sorrow and our grief So when we meet... the world dances for us And the bird sings when it sees us And we dissolve in the whisper of conversation and its lamentation And the universe hears... submissive... our refuge And the full moon engulfs us with its overflowing light And the waves roar around us in joy If we part, deep sadness drowns and groans from excessive sorrow.. Our hearts, O love of my days, are thirsty. So do your lips have roses, or is there a way for you? Do not leave me in the fog, like a feather with which the winds tend, as it tends to the waves, playing with me while you are far from me. .. And the wind has a wailing of doubt that burns me and flows in my blood