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I don't know where...where to rest
But I will keep running
Drinking
Writing
Smiling
Crying
Singing
Laughing
And I will reach to that moment
When the sugar say to the salt:
Hey, it's time to melt
Then I will melt
I , then, will the melt like ice in a glass
Of Samboka

I will go like others before
went
and when  I fall into that deep sleep

in the lap of Nature, the mother,

I will be resting forever.