Everytime when
My heart hurts I try to hide
Then I go walking
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Borders are the sublimation of thought
that man owns the earth
and can divide her into pieces
of exclusiveness.
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my vast like the ocean
my airy white like a cirrocumulus
my sweet like a memory
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I haven't been here before,
nobody has seen me here before.
My sound has never touched this atmosphere,
my steps have never entered this virginal soil.
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Colors get a warm tone,
the air starts to flow,
in the crossing zone
between to grab
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They speak in a language not understood.
Some words,
occasionally.
They talk about strictly bad or good,
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No big deal.
Make room for the fresh and new.
All things must pass.
Sooner or late,
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Higher than the clouds,
beyond the sun and the stars.
Between the end and where it all began.
The real core is difficult to untangle.
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What are you doing right now?
How do you get through the day?
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