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...My eyes wide open get submersed; i'm deeply asleep. I'm under blue water...
I wake up in another land. In another world...
The water of the night reflects the cold in the glorieta de Bilbao.
Is 9.45 pm in Madrid; but could be anywhere else...the wrong is not the place.
The wrong it's me...
The electronic coldness of the metro tries to talk me about you, but it can't: i'm deaf, blind; broken of pain...
How are the days of my life? Where i'm going? Where are you? Why are you so? Why this incomprehensible nuage of sorrow?
If your shadows will take forever...if your shadows will take forever...
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