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| image of Charlie Bautista |
Tired of the unwritten rules of the gray and dirty city
think of running to take refuge in a soft green.
Without fear of losing what I've never belonged,
not expect to win anything when you arrive.
Nothing matters ,
nothing is real, there
only the tops of the trees blowing in the wind, and
morning light illuminating the path that leads me to a soft green.
I own nothing, nothing belongs to me,
or your smile or your eyes,
or smile, or look for you
provoked.
is only my will.
The past is not mine,
the future is not real, my only
to this ,
my mind and nobody else
and now seeks refuge in
a soft green.
I do not own anything, everything
me around is unrealistic and absurd, nothing will
absolutely necessary when you can
smell the earth of a soft green.
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