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Along the tides of time
I come to you
And we talk again:
-Blame me here, 
or abduct me from this pain
Let me see my real face
I´m scared, you´re away
Distant
Cold as glassed;
I, Lost as reflected.

Praise toward me
Show me beautiful
Exploit my dearest look
Drag me back to me
Make myself my beloved hero
I save me as ...
... you image me in return
I inquire you my best-self

I, and pain again
This man, as unsaid as always
A foreigner in his own Reign
Forgotten and never recovered
Blasted by a noisy silence
Then glowed appart ...
... and as a heavy light,
blacked back from you

Am --as shrinked and shattered,
As dusty and foggy, as liar,
I myself, a mirror? An other?
Is this pain another´s face,
and this face another´s pain?
Is this I of whom I result,
or is that you and I your shade
The blurred mask of a no-oneness?