Where my mind is isolated,
Detached from the irregularity of mistaken actions,
And from all of these memories that are once more invading my reality.
I want to detangle that threat of vigor,
Of ironies and adversities,
That keep me consolidated,
To this world of misery.
I want to stop the coordination of my walk,
The acceleration in my dance,
The sophistication of my thoughts,
That are pure, electric, twisted
Hit myself against the wind,
Fly up high and grab the stars,
Die and fall in the lucid sea,
And reincarnate once more time,
Knowing that it is me,
Knowing that I can fulfill,
The empty corpse that embodies me.
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