Life is a thread, a threaded colour,
Dust upon a face, a magical form of...

Life is a trace, a trace in motion,
Feathers in a hand, a physical form of...

Blood through my veins, some clear notion,
Lungs to spread the air, a technical form of Fantasy.

Love is a place, a watercolour,
Eyes upon a face, a magical form of...

Love is a name, the real cause of
Lust upon my ways, a physical form of...

Questioning my own directions,
Echoes of my ways, a technical form of Fantasy.

Questioning my own directions,
Echoes of my own dimensions.

Fantasy.

Writer(s): Maria Eugenia Pardo Saguier, Omar Cordoves
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