Something led me out as my lambs,

distant from the blood,

from the struggle,

from the misery of extermination.

.

I know that I was not in my same things

but a Messenger

in the desert of Where

.
An indefinite place of sun and sand

where in that “Where” in my memories

I could not repeat more his words

.
But love was what I felt, and so he told me:

“Beware of the deep, connected to the simple.

Because with the simple

walks and shows the depth

.

But

there is a false evidence

that is dispersed to the more true simple

The simple that you admire

as it’s example this place,

that where above us

or no-place of Where

where’s the sun without its temples

.
Because the temples that you expect

are in the heat of the ephemeral

logic to your eyelids.
now you understand

away from blood, from the fight,

from the misery of your extermination

this place of where

.

This place away

and close to your heart

.
This transition from me to you

where even the rain kiss the deserts

.

This place is left in peace

.

Rubble of stars

at the moonlight

.
Love at the friendly song of the wood

where I’ve done to reach you

for your conscious lambs

.

for the lambs who return

to the sound of your movements. “

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