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Entitled
In the suburbs evil found me
submerging inside this invisible man
turning doors of perception to fantasy
or tales of ordinary madness and freedom.
The turning turns horses crazy.
the first voyage on the island,
when giants walked the earth lively
making shadows of the wind.
The way of the explorer
discovers an atomised beach
maintaining a unique diaspora
where lionhearts teach.
These islands in the stream
take me back into the wild
where a death in the afternoon would seem
to watch me bleed, like a child.
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