The beautiful noise that accompanies me,
every day,
is a tribal rite
for people awake,
if I had to write a manuscript in my sleep would be for you,
at midnight like a crow
who keeps your shadow
Don´t worry I have a radar.
Are you a witness for clandestine operations?
salvation is near, lean
much you take away a mountain of rocks can´t fall.
PD: Drink a glass of orange juice, in triumph.
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