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Reality and Fantasy

Cutting his skin, a poet speaks with blood
A long journey this soul pulls at your hand

enclosed and wandering Casper
in a bottomless dream

I gave destiny and desire
to the sea of crashing waves
like flames floating in the bay

Hold me on a night when the gaita resounds
beckoning to men who had been tamed

a belly-dance repeating the reason I was born

reality and fantasy
everything that reflects in my eyes
until this blood dries and disappears

I lay my words on the wind that blows
on this sea and this shore
That is the proof of me

Reality and fantasy
everything that reflects in my eyes
until this blood dries and disappears I'll sing it

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