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             I wish I could paint with the alertness of thought:

The hot wave of our meetings from that unique spring,

The dream world of childhood carried on cloud wings,

The song of the Sea,

The dangerous charm of remote places,

The Grail,

The cold and pure air of the flight over Blue Mountains,

The venom of lies and the poison of betrayals,

The pearled tones of the soul in the morning of Life and the sadness of its sunset,

The labyrinth of Uncertainty,

The shape of Ideal,

The unseen attraction force of Evil,

The tearing desert of waiting,

The color of Suffering,

The fragile-delicate face of Hope,

The terrible moment of Renunciation.