The blue soul

Guitar in hand

Dressed in black

The call of rock

Fire from the soul

dying of jealousy

for earthly mysteries.

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The blue soul.

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Sensual, carnal rhythm

multicolored skin

embracing every root.

Addicted to poetic delusions

justice of the heart

she couldn't care less about the rest.

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The blue soul.

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All those seashells

her suitcases for life

when she thought

of leaving and returning

from all those journeys

multiple and pointless.

Sad destiny

of a formerly blind woman.

The blue soul.

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Human cruelty

cleansed by

this infinite blue Sky Sea

pigmented by the heat

of wrinkled, ripened eyes

of tireless workers

on the meta

morphoses, grandiose.

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The blue soul,

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shed no more

a single tear.

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