aurelio.asiain: The sound comes before the sense
aurelio.asiain: dark call heard in the cave
aurelio.asiain: would vanish into its stronger existence
aurelio.asiain: it calmly disdains to destroy us
aurelio.asiain: a burning terror we barely sustain
aurelio.asiain: One of two models of helmet 1
aurelio.asiain: One of two models of helmet 2
aurelio.asiain: worship it for the graceful sublimity
aurelio.asiain: suddenly carry me to his heart
aurelio.asiain: we can call on a tree
aurelio.asiain: I should perish under the pressure
aurelio.asiain: tumble on a pond of misconceptions
aurelio.asiain: there remains to us yesterday’s street
aurelio.asiain: Voices, voices. Hear then, my heart,
aurelio.asiain: listen to the breath,the unbroken
aurelio.asiain: darkened sound carried on streaming air
aurelio.asiain: the stairway, the stairway of calling
aurelio.asiain: Was he not a hero already?
aurelio.asiain: then this is clear to us
aurelio.asiain: We do not know the contours
aurelio.asiain: what we do here is nothing
aurelio.asiain: kingdoms of calm the dead own
aurelio.asiain: behind the images, there was more
aurelio.asiain: life, to hold it so softly
aurelio.asiain: even more transient than we are
aurelio.asiain: For we, when we feel, evaporate
aurelio.asiain: our own heart, beating on high
aurelio.asiain: More than my heart was broken
aurelio.asiain: looking into, never out of, everything
aurelio.asiain: above us, then, the Angel plays