The scent of oil paints

I who have always said yes

  without ever knowing to whom,

  I just died on the day

  that I have been closed here

In this place with no more honor,

they took away my pride

and the project of love.

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There is life in here, people move,

  aimlessly he runs and walks.

The thousand streets, white as salt,

they lead to everything and give nothing.

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So then I try to fly,

maybe that's how I know where to go

but the many guardians dressed in white,

they cover my body with a shirt,

trembling hands push them hard,

they squeeze my wrists and tie me to the bed.

Inert my body frees my mind,

that flies far into the old world,

a thread finds it and takes me to her.

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Seeing that world makes me smile

  I see my children and the days with her,

  while a drop of salt water

  it comes down from my eyes, wetting my face

it turns off the light and erases my smile.

I try to get up because I want to go

the bed holds me I don't know what to do

to make me feel I try to scream

no one hears the cry for help

dies down in the throat. the voice does not come out

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Lying on the bed, the pain in the heart

in solitude and total silence

with so much anger I cry to myself

let me out, I want to go to her.