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Sometimes I'm fed up with myself
and I'm imagining how it will be to be born again
in another place, that's not killing your self confidence
in the shell, that's not asking for so many answers.

And I'm not finding anything
I'm not finding the other light
that made me blind by it's mystic
nor the years when I knew only for my wishes
and a piece of the world
that existed somewhere here.

Now days rains become unbearable
for they melt my words into river of nothing
that expires into smoke of everybody’s misery
and here I'm trying to save my last chance.

I inhale all years, every day, moment that I can remember
and at the moment I feel rest and peace
but, anyway, every moment is already the past
and I'm again thinking about the idea of resurrection.

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