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El Sol y La Luna
I am the Moon,
that has been gazing at you Sun, but always through the window glass.
I have been daydreaming of him ever since the years my eyes began to droop so low,
I could barely lift my eyelids wide enough to feel his light.
The constant batting of eyelashes has almost caused her to go blind.
The glass was built too thick, it fought off the radiance of every sun that passed,
they could never embrace her, even in the remote African sub-Saharan desert.
Even the brightest, hottest days in California could not open the window.
Even the stormiest, rainy days in Nicaragua could not shatter and shake the window.
"Porque, Porque!", screamed the Moon.
Moon, you live in darkness.
On tender days, you are full and can illuminate,
offering everyone your pulsating vibrancy,
sharing your harmonious dance of life.
But than the eclipse returns to lay on top of you.
Moon, you suffocate from the heaviness of the eclipse.
You survive with strong and deep breaths, trying to find your voice.
You beam light through the cracks, finding every crevice to crawl through,
hoping to just barely graze the sun.
The only sun who can feel her light lives in Leo.
His rays feel so natural and soft; slowly lifting the eclipse with just a gentle gaze.
You moon, open your eyes to the sun for the first time.
His warmth radiates through each detail of her body,
renewing her spirit, resilience and heart.
He creates a special space for her to speak.
You sun, have peeled away the pains of her past,
simply by shining.
You sun, have nourished her vibrancy,
simply by shining.
You sun, have inspired her to be full again,
simply by shining.
You sun, balance her, the moon.
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