Jr. Cuyam - Untitled

Come wind and blow my head,
so that its wonderful thoughts may spread.
All you melodies fly like birds,
fill the air with music and hymns.
let's make a war against this silence
that isolates, depresses and weakens.
cause now is the time to warble
like a nightingale, o my soul.

Jr. Cuyam

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