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Moon
You were mine in days gone by
You sleepily looked into the night
Curiously
you marvelled at the sea
Without ever satisfying you
And the sound of the waves
You Listened to the songs of the
drunken man
And you were brushed by the wind
Your smile your speech
Moon
I am restless
Moon you were mine in days gone by
Shy Moon
To the thousand stars in the sky
And to this fierce patch of earth
Today you turn your gaze
Moon
The drunken man would like to hold you
and let his blood flow over your white body
Like water flowing from the beautiful snow topped mountains
As a contemporary artist Cristina likes to experiment with different media. Text is one of this.
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