When it was time to go from there
someone yelled "Action!"
after deciding who they were my angels. I remember
fuzzy fairy
of that time when I was innocent and not aware of this great deception
created by man.
Sometimes I look out on the streets lost
and watch scenes from a time where I sunk back
the chorus of voices indecipherable.
I have not been taught who to be, do
safe because there are no grammars:
I have given wings to fight.
Some of them have now returned home
but also from the blue, I observed walking
hoping that their efforts are rewarded.
is difficult to make this journey sometimes
because I carry your bags are bulky
full of pearls gathered on paths forgotten. Too many times
I thought I share them but
myopia was a bad companion
and I denied that the gifts made by fate.
Time is torn by yearning for progress,
gems of yesterday
buy the hilarity of today is what I am selling a few buyers.
How many times have I thought about taking a nail
staring in front of a wall with a hammer
forget the cross and the delight of my soul.
But if I look better in the most hidden corners,
discover that you can end up in the simplicity
together to rebuild that dream is now shattered.
will walk, still following the paths less traveled by, who knows what kinds
decorate this great scene but I know that the credits will be worthy of directing.
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