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Invierno en Assen

Here on Assen everything is cold
Winter unfolds your eyes wide open
Heading silently towards the ruins.
There where the dead speak
They help me dying and awaking
Here where I can see the leaves fading
With the beauty of its departure.
The ravens croak,
Death whispers life.
It teaches me the impermanence,
And it invites me to deeply breath this instant
To keep me in this holy presence.

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