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Volume 3: A blow of destiny, the king appears Chapter 66: The blood-stained crown is not woven

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    I fly out of the shadows and climb toward your chest, without existence or consciousness, I fly up to the tower of wheat, flocking to the life in your hands, climbing from the ocean to your joy.  />

    No one can calculate what I owe you, my love, my debt to you is clear and transparent, as if it comes from the roots of Jarauco, oh my debt to you, my love.

    "Everything I owe you is undoubtedly like the stars, and my debt to you is like a well in the wilderness, where time watches the wandering lightning.

    Mathilde, where are you?  I see, down there, under my tie, above my heart, a pang of sadness between my ribs, how quickly you disappeared.

    I need the radiance of your vitality; I look around and swallow hope.  I stare at the emptiness without you, like a room with nothing but sad windows.

    The ceiling silently listens to the falling of the ancient, leafless rain, to the feathers, to everything imprisoned by the night: I am waiting for you, like a lonely room, until you are willing to see me again and live in my heart.  While waiting, my window kept hurting.

    The heavy rain from the south falls on the Black Island like a unique drop, clear and heavy. The sea opens its cool leaves to receive it, and the earth learns how the wine glass fulfills its moist destiny.

    My soul, give me in your kisses the salt water of these months, the honey of the fields, the fragrance of being kissed by the thousand lips of the sky, the divine patience of the winter sea.

    Something calls to us, all the doors open automatically, the rain repeats rumors to the windows, the sky grows downward until it reaches its roots, and the days weave and unravel the web of heaven, using time and salt.  Whispers, growth, roads, a woman, a man, and winter on earth.

    "My dear, winter has returned to camp, the earth has prepared its yellow gifts, and we are caressing the distant land.  One side touches the earth's hair.

    leave!  Now!  Departure: wheels, boats, bells, planes enhanced by endless daylight¡ªthe smell of marriage to the archipelago, the long grains of joy!

    Let¡¯s go.  Stand up, tuck your hair back, take off, land, run with the atmosphere and sing: Let's take a train to Arabia or Tocobia -

    ¡°Nothing but the migration of pollen from afar¡ªto the stinging villages of rags and gardenias ruled by barefooted poverty-stricken kings.

    There are houses, the sea, and flags here.  We wandered past other long fences.  We couldn't find the gate.  There was no sound to be found in our absence - as if dead.

    Finally the house opens its silence and we enter, stepping over the detritus and dead rats.  Empty goodbyes, water crying in the pipes.

    Weep, this house - weep, day and night; it lies hidden.  Whimpering with the spider, it falls apart.  From its dark eyes.

    Now, all of a sudden, we revive it.  We dwell in it, and it does not recognize us: it has to bloom, but it has forgotten how.

    Today is today, carrying the weight of all the past and the wings that will become everything tomorrow; today is the south of the sea, the old age of water, and the construction of a new day is completed.

    The petals of the spent day gather on your mouth, lifted up to the light, to the moon, and yesterday as we hurried down the dark path, we remember your lost face.

    Today, yesterday, tomorrow passed by, like burning calves consumed in one day, our herds are waiting, there are not many days to come, but time sprinkles flour in your heart, my love uses Temuco's  Clay made a furnace: you are my soul's daily bread.

    I have no never and no always.  Victory leaves its disappearing footprints in the sand.  I am a poor man who loves my own kind willingly.  I don't know who you are.  I love you.  I neither give away nor sell thorns.

    ¡°Perhaps someone will know that I did not weave a blood-stained crown, that I resisted ridicule and mockery, and that the passion of my soul swelled.  I use pigeons to repay ugliness.

    I have no absolutes, because I am different - I was in the past, I am now, and I will still be in the future.  I declare my innocence in the name of ever-changing love.

    Death is just a forgotten stone.  I love you and in your mouth I kiss joy.  Let's gather firewood and make a fire on the mountain.

    ??????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? Out out of the darkness, love, please connect your heart to mine, so that the two hearts will work together to beat back the darkness in the dream, like a double-sided drum beating against the thick wall of wet leaves in the forest.

    Night travel: the black flames of sleep cut the thin threads of the earth's grapes, punctually like a frantic train dragging shadows and cold rocks.

    So, my love, please tie me to a purer movement, to the steadfastness in your breast that beats with the wings of an underwater swan, so that our sleep can be opened with a single key and a quilt.The shadow closed the door, answering the question of the starry sky glittering.

    My dear, I have returned from travel and sadness to your voice, to your hands flying on the guitar, to the fire that disturbs the autumn with kisses, and to the night that swirls in the sky.

    I pray for bread and sovereignty for the people of the world, I pray for fields for workers with uncertain futures, but I hope no one will ask me to stop my blood or my singing.  Yet I cannot abandon your love until death comes.

    Just play a waltz and sing about this peaceful moonlight, a barcarolle, in the flowing water of the guitar, until my head hangs down and I fall asleep: because I have spent my whole life sleepless weaving this shelter in the trees.  So - your hand lives and flies in it to keep vigil for sleeping travelers.

    Now you belong to me.  Rest in my dream.  Love and pain and work must now sleep.  The night turns its invisible wheel, and you are as pure as sleeping amber beside me.

    My dear, no one else will sleep in my dreams.  You will leave, and we will leave together, across the ocean of time.  No one will accompany me through the shadows, except you, Evergreen, the eternal sun, the eternal moon.

    Your hands have opened their delicate fists, letting their gentle floating gestures fade away. Your eyes are closed like two gray wings. I follow behind, letting your surging folding waves carry me away.  Walk.  The night, the world, the wind spin their destiny.  Without you, I am your dream, just like this, nothing more.

    Love, when we close this door to night, follow me, love, through the land of shadows: close your dreams and enter my eyes with your sky, spreading like a thread in my blood  wide river.

    Farewell, farewell, the cruel light that falls into the sack of each passing day.  Goodbye, every gleam of a watch or an orange.  Hello, O Shadow, my intermittent friend!

    In this boat or water or death or new life, we are reunited, asleep and resurrected. We are the marriage of night in blood.  I don¡¯t know who is alive and who is dead, who is resting and who is awake, but I know that it is your heart that distributes the grace of dawn to my chest.

    O Southern Cross, O sweet-smelling clover, your beauty sends fourfold kisses today, through the shadows and through my hat, the moon spins in the cold air.

    Then, with my love and my lover, ah frost blue diamonds, the clearness of the night sky, mirror: you appear, and the night is plump with your four wine cellars that shake the fragrance of wine.

    ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? O smooth, pure fish throbbing silver, green cross, brightly shaded parsley, flying fireflies fixed in a pure sky:

    Come to my place and rest, and let us close our eyes together.  It only takes one minute to sleep with the human night.  Light up your starry four numbers in me.

    When I die, I want you to put your hands on my eyes: I want the light and wheat of your hands to spread their freshness through me again: I want to feel the tenderness that changed my destiny.

    I want you to live and wait for you when I fall asleep.  I want your ears to still listen to the wind, I want you to smell the fragrance of the sea we both loved, and continue to walk on the beach we walked on.

    I want everything I love to live on, and you - who I love and praise above all else - I want you to continue to flourish, to bloom, so that you can go wherever my love leads you, so that I  Only then can my shadow wander in your hair, so that all things can understand the reason for my singing.
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