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  • Small in this house, small in my bedroom;
    The landscape changes every second,
    And this doll will be the bride,
    And this bear will be the groom.
    Small in this bed, master in my cave,
    I build my castle,
    Strong pillow walls,
    And my invincible veil roof.

    Big in this house, big in this city;
    The landscapes never change colors,
    And this building will be my cell,
    And this one my university.
    Too big for the mattress, queen of anxiety,
    I build my sorrows,
    Weak concrete walls,
    And my fragile cement roof.

    Huge in this city, huge in this world,
    The landscapes disappear behind fog,
    And this building ignites,
    May this one be protected by the Lord.
    Suffocating in the streets, Goddess of agony,
    I build my shelter,
    With embellished memories.
    Hoping, dreaming,
    I will forget, I will forgive.
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