(the last one)
I’ve been wandering,
walking in the city of nonsense
between the clouds of nowhere
imagining that I was going somewhere.
Dreaming,
swimming in my illusion,
in an ocean of seclusion,
seeing with the eyes close
that my body is dying,
dying of thirst.
Flying,
making love to the air,
loosing it in my despair
and simulating that I’m a fire;
I’m a fire on a plane.
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