What was your dream 
when you left this shore. 
Did you dream of a raft of stars adrift, 
did you dream of a gulf of candor? 
You pushed aside the intransigent spheres 
to pick a flower. 
You were resonant with a world of light. 
Butterflies represent a scene of your life 
in which the dawn awakens on your lips. 
A star takes shape according to your design 
The curtain of day falls on the dreams 
You are a star changing into a flower 
The light slips beneath your feet 
Radiant wings surround you like a hedge 
The flower is cradled on your wings. 
It wears a jewel of dew. 
It dreams a tear of sensibility. 
Its kisses are pearls. 
It vanishes, it vanishes, 
in its own light. 
It vanishes, it vanishes 
in its purity and gentleness. 

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