What is left of your story?
E 'present only as an illusion,
conveyed by technology Digital
committed to making fake perfection.
an ideal world as the death of reality, where instead
you are all soldiers and the battle is fought every day.
I have removed several times and now
your skyscrapers are trying to challenge me
and dreams are the victims of progress.
You are now torn and split atoms,
ownership and success are the ideals,
poetry and frankness make you smile.
This is not what I wanted for you, you
attack several times to my health, and now you risk
gray.
Yet there are survivors of the truth, who does not pass
from hero to clown, who
breath to scream again: "no!"
If you happen to turn up his eyes, if you feel still that flicker
internal
only then you will live, and I'll be there.
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