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The Owls
Behind every cloud, every mountain
of each cup, of each branch
there are owls at night.
They hide in the smoke of the pipes.
They feed on misunderstandings
and neon stars.
In the dark they can be confused
the same with those ashes
than with their shadows.
With the twin headlights of her eyes
they walk parsimoniously
the waters of the night
And they talk to the wind.
They sob with the rain.
They are silent with the sun.
by Alberto Blanco
Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Winter 2022 , Le Monde Perdu (144, 95, 23) - Moderado
The Owls
Behind every cloud, every mountain
of each cup, of each branch
there are owls at night.
They hide in the smoke of the pipes.
They feed on misunderstandings
and neon stars.
In the dark they can be confused
the same with those ashes
than with their shadows.
With the twin headlights of her eyes
they walk parsimoniously
the waters of the night
And they talk to the wind.
They sob with the rain.
They are silent with the sun.
by Alberto Blanco
Luane's World - Le Monde Perdu - Winter 2022 , Le Monde Perdu (144, 95, 23) - Moderado