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In very old leaves
I read the future,
in the middle the brain
is split by the sun.
Black is very white
in my blind destiny,
br/>I vomit a thousand sentences
and not a single song.
I will cling to death
only if it is the best passage.
It is the blind date
that does not We have to wait.
I want to die facing the sun.
I want to go out...
There are many rats who scam and swindle.
And they are the ones who bless their miseries at the end.
They dream of paradises
in the last meters
and they think that by praying
they will decorate them.
The type who ignores
die and live contentedly
He doesn't know that there are things
that can be changed.
Be a good citizen for the dictator
(the one who murders and denies it)
and then ask for them to come back
to ''dictate'', just for security.