It's not here today either, a renegade longed-for destination... a meditated illusion
Sweet bitterness I'm not looking for where you live hidden but rather where you hide life
Even if it's a dream I can't see my goal again
br/>one life is not limited to the day, every night is a fantasy set in reality 
and the reality that is me makes my environment a fantasy, it takes the leash off my life
because inside that well-known comic I sketched a cartoon without background or thoughts
without sounds or noises, or crazy interpretations and everything that gave quick observations
practical contexts constructed of fantasy.. and there was someone..
Dignity given up dead at the age of just born when you wandered without wandering around
they called it enthusiasm the noise without understanding
you cried about a hunger but it's not the same hunger that holds me back now here
but the unusual fear of discovering that no one was there..

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