In the abyss of our soul, a secret fire burns
In the abyss of our soul, a secret fire burns,
A flame of desire that brings warmth and comforting light.
This radiance, when it reaches absolute purity,
Envelops us in a sense of profound and eternal beauty.
The fire of sex, a hidden magic, a sacred ember,
Always present within us, whether it burns fiercely or smolders subtly.
Even at the twilight of life, at the age of wisdom,
This ember never extinguishes, remaining our living essence.
The flame of desire, a mystical dance of light and shadow,
A firework that illuminates the inner night of the soul.
It is the primordial song of day and night,
An anthem of humanity, a profound magic that regenerates us.
Every touch, a warm wave of pure light,
Every gaze, a spark that ignites endless dreams.
We live in the light of this divine inner fire,
Finding our way through the dark labyrinth of existence.
Like mystical alchemists, we keep this flame alive,
Clad in the mantle of our desires and aspirations.
We do not let the flame fade, even in the deepest melancholy,
For this is the fire that never dies, our source of vitality.
Through the magic of this flame, we transfigure and are reborn,
Rediscovering the beauty and inner light of our being.
In an ocean of wandering shadows, we are the keepers of the sacred ember,
Living in warmth and brilliance, finding hope in each of our dreams.
Thus, we transcend time and matter, becoming pure light,
A beauty that knows no end, ever-renewed.
In every flame, we find the essence of sublime life,
A mystical magic, an eternal poem of infinite desire and hope.
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Dan Enache
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