Look at them,
they are coming behind.
And our absent love is
hindering their walk..
Come closer,
accompany me,
let us search without looking back,
It is the last chance.
We have
this path
with nothing left to choose
but to rust or resist.
Allowing fear to stop you
is shoot them from behind.
Feeding even the suffocating darkness
I will not do it, I will not hand them over
to impatient anxiety.
Of vice or loneliness.
Prevent them from for the future to die
is to light once again
the living fire that this environment will cleanse.
Come closer.
I will not do it, I will not hand them over
to the impatient anxiety.
Of vice or loneliness.
Come closer,
accompany me,
let's search without looking back...

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