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Listen...
They're calling you...
I can hear them clearly.

from one side, the cry your parents,
Waiting anxiously to don't know you.

From the other side, the desperate screams
Of the thousands of brothers "Not born" as you.

All that you've dreamt
Won't happen again
All the sounds, colors, meanings:
"Dreams... Simple Dreams...".

Hey...
Your time is worning out...
The noises are stronger...

You've got a few seconds
It will be the worts moments of your existece
In this minimum space of time
You'll feel in the limit of madness
Of violence, of scorn,
Of hate and of pain.

All your anxiety to live
Will become a desire
Of never have even
Dreamt with "Life".

When brightness touches you
When the shield is breaken
When Air invades and water dries...
You win't feel them anymore...

Never more...
Listen...

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