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Love, happiness and content
are birds of passage that
travel the blue of the firmament in a floating line,
breathe out a lament to the air,
and disperse in swift flight.

What are the thousands upon thousands
of generations that shine and sink at sunset,
that are born and succumb in millions?
Birds of passage.

Oh unhappy souls, it is useless
to bind yourself to the world with roots.
Powerful and mysterious impulses
carry us among shadows, aimlessly;
for we are, alas, but eternal wanderers.
Birds of passage.

Manuel González Prada

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nothingness

Bones exposed in a field –
At the thought, how the wind
Bites into my flesh.

Matsuo Bashō

eternity

Found again. What?
Eternity.
The sea gone
With the sun.

Sentinel soul,
We’ll breathe the truth
Of vacant night
And burning day.

From people’s praise,
Vulgar élan,
You free yourself,
Fly where you can.

Since from just you,
Embers of silk,
Rises The Task
With no ‘at lasts’.

There, no hope,
No new start.
Truth through patience
Torture for sure.

Found again. What?
Eternity.
The sea gone
With the sun.

Arthur Rimbaud