the air whispers in our eyes
hardly do we find more handy proof of our existence
we are almost transparent and life passes through
bodies, eyes, eyebrows, hands, they cannot enclose it
(what substance are we made of
what makes us men and women
what makes the love for life the love
that keeps us running throughout the timetrip)
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