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Someone said enough and never dawned,
then came an angel
that precipitated on his face
without anyone else...
Transformed into a goblin,
in a cardboard flake,
wanted to know from above all the cities
without anyone else...

And how to imagine that so much loneliness
could awaken in him that pity...?
And since life no longer mattered to him
he wanted to remember and got lost in the morning
flower that beats and beats
even if it never finds
a body to inhabit.

Already transformed into a gem in livid crystal,
he knew he was enhanced
and then lit his fuse,
without fire anymore...
Then like a monster,
a metal axis,
he wanted to know the sea
and woke up on a boat
in the form of a bolt!
Just to return
to laugh and cry
the only way out in a world that is not!

And how can it be that his desire conceived
the thrust that could propel him
into the air of the avenues?
And he never falls, he is far from life
Crashed into a newspaper,
lost total control,
and spoke from a sheet.

Finally he touched a doorman
and heard: - 'You are not here!',
he wanted to recognize himself
and in this world there are no mirrors
without someone...
Just like a rock or a shy jasmine
he felt he was transmuting
and each new time he did it
without a soul anymore...

And how to imagine that so much loneliness
could awaken in him that pity...?
Not only did he revive, but he helped everyone,
he completed himself in a flower to emerge
in flames of his lost love...

Wanders, wanders and wanders
infusing life,
plays in the distance
locked window
runs with his shadow
in the mountains
plays in the distance
locked window...