9 \ 12 \ 2009
Hours of waiting
For a trivial request
To achieve a hidden happiness
That you search at morning times
A land to dream of
With a large patio
And in the spirit of childhood
You run towards your bike
Dreaming of flying by it
Sentiments, which had died
in the midst of insomnia
you simply lie down
As your soul was sold
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