Restlessness of a dream,
drops of sweat spreading over my body, while the air
acquires the taste of rust.
Night after night,
dreams dreams,
I find myself in the paradise of an artificial life.
reflected in drops of dew, I always love to
more image,
reflection of my soul.
words stolen love, festive
echo in my heart,
false gold of the poor service.
Smilin falsehood,
I hide behind a mask of wax
hobbling the right truth.
In my mind, echoing the words of poets damned
"We are the children of sick parents
flutter dumb with wonder and hungry."
wisdom of the poets of other times unconscious
filled and emptied my soul
troubled by thoughts of those strange days.
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