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Thursday, July 21, 2005

3:37 PM - Soil

Simply. I feel not worthy. Why? Is not that simple. I walk the earth feeling the air for just a trace. Just an essence. A fresh air that belongs to the land I call home. A labyrinth that opens inside out, a figure that stands alone in the top of the hill, a rain that makes me grow green. A mask, a disguise, a dagger I use to dissect everything. But still I wonder...

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