Found

​I found you. It was… Ah, why would that matter? August, September or May.

As long as the moon was shining, why would it matter? As long as the sun was down

In your eyes, my dreams were scattered

.

I found you. Later, after… Everything fades;

Your eyes disappear in gold and dust

.

Alphonsus de Guimaraens

(Edited and translated)

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