I hoped to be three of those
Who walk the rebellious ways
Stars of stars
Dirty heroes
Those scoundrels of artists
Sad pederast fuckers
Kite-flying enchanters< br/>Selfish
Those that someone grows up
Sheltered from reality 
Out of trouble
Without an age 
Those who are everything and nothing
Who they never truly live
But not even then
They never die
In what words will I escape
Dust and evenings ran away
Inside the hourglass glass
That I throw down
Like a sweet and sour timbre
He broke away from that thin body of his
And a blue smoke
He caressed her
In the folds of his hands
He melted time with monotony
Always like this
It was this story of mine
Pushed all the breath down my throat
And a long rough word
And the world there
Without of us
Even the burnt stars up there
From the stage they came down
To populate people's dreams
His face went out
His smile
And his voice

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