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Echoes reach me,
sighs in my ears
barely imperceptible
you have said I love you.
I have listened well,
I will not be confused
with the waves that emit
the closed circle of the mountain.
Climb to the top of the majestic
majestic that rises
near the river,
and let me listen well.
One by one your words,
firm, sure and clear,
like the undergrowth that covers
the edge of the mountain range.
And when you reach the peak
shout at the top of your voice
with the truth on your lips
that you love me madly.