I don't want to be standing still
I'm getting old
I'm going to march until the end
isolated
in this solitary march
I give my body as I move forward < br/>in this field open to the sky
no one knows
where I'm going
no one rules
who I am
no color or god nor fado
I'm out of alignment
for everything I fought for
be honest?
how much I risked
I still hope...
this imaginary march
how many casualties will it leave
in this waking dream?

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