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And maybe yes maybe not.
I could stop the time, the moment, the car who let me in this furious feeling of impotence.
The body goes through this land, between paths and time, dying slowly until the soul ends his trail.
It happens that we don’t need to travel world to see the sea, the juicy pages of a book are the best boat and the best plane.
And finally, I was the Guardian of the library. One thousand corridors of high bookshelves that are beyond of my blindness.
All that I can see, is a city of shadows.
Always, every end of year. We take a ship to go down to the sea, like a dream immersion.
In that night, with the high moon, while I pretend to sleep I can cleary hear the squeak of the door opening and his face emerging from the dark.
Sometimes we have to climb over impossible walls with our own capacities and with our own fear.
Fall asleep, fall in love, fall of night, fall of god.
Fall of fall, fall of all, fall of life, fall along. Fall forever, fall on the shredder. Nothing is worse than fall into you and after, in never.
Between worlds and souls, and in contraries.
Like the moon and the sun.
There is something strange inside the bipolar forces of our mind, dark and light, always united.
Some paths in light make us blind and some in darkness drop us in madness.
Only using the light that shines in dark we can be found.
Like a smile or a word, we make ourselves what we want for the world.
We are a fake smile.
We are what we behold.
As a mirror in water,
we dream this life of matter.
We believe in personality,
that little partiality.
Where is what I am?
Where is the thing without the mask?
Everywhere and nowhere at last.