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SUN AND MOON OF GAPS NAIAD






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3. Sun and Moon, nymphs of lakes

flight Fly flying his great creations
Wing Grande de Los Andes. Contemplate
domains, but not dominate. Solemn
goes, but not serious, but thinking
because when God thought, created without thinking.

-Yo, I fly and I think what I want to sleep without dream there

liquid skies for land down there.
and heat for life on the air everywhere.
And all the time, they are always the leading
Naiads moisture in the wind.

- In the absolute silence
primitive spinning with their flights to one and other sides
between the wings of the Great God would Undines.
Huanacache the north creating wetlands
and following through the air, llankanelos and diamonds.
And although he needed,
almost like talking, say
saying these things I tell the Hunuc was thinking.

- While in flight walk
blown up in my dream where I dream to be wind
for the long hot days of pure sunshine
sun will be my breath. Xumek

him by name and I'll be the moon Chez
of light their rays detached.
for land down there
fires burn like tiny grains. The night will shine
nocturnal
thousand mirrors reflecting water lagoons. And without noise
bells for tenderness
bright light adorn the beautiful waist of the moon.