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I

In some place I’m must find myself

Only I know that it is far from my reality.

Long time ago  I closed the door of my room,

And really  my windows never were transparent.

Since they were always steamed up by my dreams,

those that frequently I wanted to make,

and the only that I obtained was to see rain fall,

watching it direct to its face

without really knowing what that was.



II

I can’t remember what it made me fall in this abyss.

But  I can to see that I don’t need my past.

I’m not interested to remember what sometimes  surrounded  me,

only I want to think about which this gives me.

III

There are scars that even a blind could see them.

And I can’t believe there is people that can see and they doesn’t do it.

As also the best music is the one than a deaf listens.

They are sounds that perhaps do not say anything... are the screams of this world.

All the things say something to us, the elevator raising constantly,

pills that take us to another dimension,

Can I be happy like this?

All the things teach something to us, all we ignored them.

IV

I never wanted to be stand up in this dark.

Neither that their eyes stopped watching me

Only I try to find myself.

But I ended up being alone

seeing as the river takes my last dreams.

The only image that I have is that she weeps and I scream... and nobody listens to us.

V

I don’t know when was the last time that I had desires of something,

I never tried to change the others  to feel better.

I believe that in this place all my desires are much simpler,

my plans and my dreams are reflected by a one image... nothing.

VI

Many times I thought that suicide was salvation from all of this

Nobody knows, since I am in it

Discovering what comes after suffering

Maybe I’ll find nothing, is like eternal hours in which one flotes

In it owns mind

One remembers all the things that did and could not do

Nobody asures us that was for real

Since life begins next to loneliness.