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Fighting with myself
Live looking for a dream that never awake, and at times I think if life will draw my canvas, insurance black clouds would cover my firmament, and I feel that my faith was lost in time and my time, is going flying like the wind, waiting, looking if I fall, if I get up and as I try. It is true that life only gives a chance, and in fact the problem is how to know if it just comes or already goes away. Far of the real doesn´t exist the gravity and every illusion is beating through my fingers, but I open my eyes and I see that I can't, that I'm still in the same place, that I'm not growing, that I lack patience and the essence of this world will sink into my consciousness. The experience tells me - give up and don't continue with that, your default is that you always put the eyes too far -, and I - but, what about my reflexes?, yes or not it fills me with pride. Now I'm disappointed for having built a castle destroyed because I have built it without foundations, but in the deep of my soul the whispers say - die trying - texts and texts of unfinished ideas I have spent while my hope is refusing to give up this fight... I just keep telling to my heart "please listen".
