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HE (calmly, deeply): My boy, a fragile sprout, Born of my rib, my own. I am your gentle, silent shroud, No blood nor wind can shake my throne. I pray, weaving a star in quiet air, That nothing can unravel or break, That your hands glow in sleep's soft care— Two boats that to the heavens take. SHE (lightly, almost running): Restless girl, don't hide, Take my hand, I'm the dawn. Wild little bird, where do you fly? My whisper will pull you on. TOGETHER (restrained, like a confession): They told me: a child is a lie, Old age is a gray, wicked wall. But under a gaze like a fairytale sky, The world trembles, the strings start to fall. Where the earth is—I no longer know, Where the heavenly smoothness will end… The bodily contour dissolves in the flow, Impossible to breathe or to stand. SHE (with growing tenderness): Girl, run faster, don't wait, Sleeves are a pier for you. Girl, sing without false weight, My voice embraces you. HE (firmly, almost a vow): You and I—one dizziness, One single breath, one light. Only our closeness pulses in this, A circle with no end in sight. SHE (more intimate, like a secret): So hear me, misty boy, What my thread has ignited in thee: Among a thousand paths of quiet joy, You alone beat in the pulse of destiny. TOGETHER (very gently, lullaby): Restless girl, don't hide, Take my hand, I'm the dawn. Wild little bird, where do you fly? My whisper will pull you on. TOGETHER (echoing, pianissimo, like a breath): Girl… I am here… Girl… Do you hear…