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When time invites me,,
to choose my voice before it burns,
the soul draws an infinite sky,
where the limit is embrace and calm.
In the waiting, where the “enough” germinates,
my roots find their vastness,
it is not only to see lights after the storm,
but to fly strong in the immensity.
Silences that, like the breeze, unfold,
a bridge to my peace built in passing,
in each instant that I give myself to the present,
my heart learns to dialogue.