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Cries the old mother for those blind
Those who see only shadows in front of their eyes
Secure in their constant illusions.
On a universe where darkness has been chosen as evil
Receive half the world, and without thinking ...
Which never existed a dawn without giving life to night.
The chiaroscuro ...
I see the fragility of the distant mountains on the horizon
Sitting alone in the immensity
I contemplate...
the magical world
And the breath of our existence in eternity
Life is a constant fight,
Fire burns inside me and suffocates me.
My spirit wants to fly,
Alone in the shadows have to be free.
Lost in the occult of my being,
Tired of seeking refuge in parallel worlds
I let fly several pages of my history.
Life is too short to wait
Receive half the world, and without thinking ...
Which never existed a dawn without giving life to night.
The chiaroscuro ...
I see the fragility of the distant mountains on the horizon
Sitting alone in the immensity
I contemplate...
the magical world
And the breath of our existence in eternity
Life is a constant fight,
Fire burns inside me and suffocates me.
My spirit wants to fly,
Alone in the shadows have to be free.
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