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  • And then you close your eyes
    And realize that
    Summer has gone for so long
    That fall has just finished
    A shaped ​​air attempts to freeze
    the body, while winter,
    has not come, although this
    Cold and still wind
    Has been living in you for a while.
    Deep inside you also know
    Someone will take you.
    Nails start growing again,
    Hair emerges.
    The inexorable weight of the evidences
    precipitates violently the fragility´s materialization
    Of body and consciousness.
    What you figure out - or admit -
    Are not completely yours, indeed.
    For a few hours, while
    Panic has stolen the late hours
    You feel sorry for letting
    Them, all of them,
    The supposed protections go.
    No network, no mantle, no guard
    You open your eyes and
    You got surrendered by nausea
    - There is no coming back from the middle
    Of the cliff.

    In the picture there is one of my paintings, I try to paint just for fun, though. Its name is Healing.
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