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In the darkness of a heart that whispers,
Hands of silence between the cracks of marble,
Shapes the breath of a lost dream,
Threads of signals between the fingers,
A woman who takes shape,
And her face is never seen,
Just a shadow in the mind,
That dances in the ruins of time.
Woman, unreal, sculptor, of
clouds, Give life to the infinite
dOeglnl’ei tceorlnpiotà is, a heartbeat, every gesture is a breath, But the dream breaks in the winter of ice,
She vanishes, becoming stone,
And you remain to search far her among the fragments.
An embrace of intertwined thoughts,
The dream comes alive, dresses in clothes never seen,
She transfarms, becomes the muse
That you will never be able to touch.
The eyes that burn with an impossible love,
Her body is the infinity of desires,
But her hands tremble, and her breath is shattered,
When you finally kiss her,
Love freezes, turns to stone.
Unreal woman, sculptor of shadows,
Bring life to the statue that doesn’t breathe,
Each blow is an enchantment that fades,
Each dream is an illusion that shatters,
She transfarms, back to stone,
And you continue to search far her in immortality.
And yet, in the darkness of her marble face,
There is still a reflection of a distant smile,
Each sculpture is a promise, each cut an oath,
But your hands are tired, and your heart is lost.
And you don’t stop sculpting her,
Even if life doesn’t respond,
Hoping that one day the ice will melt
And she will return, alive, into your arms.
Unreal woman oh sculptor of dreams,
Even if the stone can never love you,
Every blow is a hope that does not fade,
Every breath is an echo that does not die,
She will always remain the woman of your dreams,
And you will always be her eternai sculptor.
