Vladimir Nightmare

I know nothing about him, and yet I see him
His name is familiar to me, and I know his voice
Often in my sleep, I cross his face
His gaze and love merge into one image

He has the beauty of romantic men
The talent imitated from the divine Raphael
A philosophy of democratic spirit
And finally, the unlimited rhyme of the poet

I could talk to you about his eyes, his hands
I could talk to you about him until tomorrow
His love is my life, but what's the point of dreaming?
The illusion of love is not love found

Is he near, is he far, is he in Rochefort?
I will meet him because I know he exists
More than reason, the heart is the strongest
No one resists his order, his law
I will not resist it

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