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29/01/2019 6:00 pm
Limbo, that place full of nothing in which it is easy to get lost
The train was going fast
leaving the night behind
and the rhythm
of its sound
awoke sleepy echoes
on the walls of that Limbo
the train was going fast
leaving its lament behind
and I devoured time
wrapping it in my eyes
to look for its secrets
to look for its secrets
And the hours
stretched
under the gaze of that sun
that so many shadows
erased
in the heartbeat of today
Shadows and light
fighting
while my life continues running
through that clock
that is not mine
through that clock
that is not mine
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