On the back

 of the trip I was back already Another
acquaintance of the world Without the romantic cover of
those years On the back of the trip I was back already How
do solitaire time? Faith moves the mountains only once

how is the heart beat, the grief and sadness of the earth,
clouds, white and silent clouds, I look at you at dawn
with tears in my eyes And I know that I’m pride, lust and
cruelty, and a grain of contempt For a dead sleep we
intertwine a mess, and my most beautiful paint lies
covered the truth. Then I lower my eyes and I feel the
whirlwind of what’s bothering me, burning, dry. Oh, how
terrible you are you are the guardian of the world, the
clouds! Let me sleep May I have mercy on me.


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