Early attempt to fly
becomes man solitude
when the light shines
and our tongue spills
the meaning of something
tribal and monotone.
When climb every day the surface
of our body and memories
because we can’t find the meaning
of being against the octopus fried.
And so on the defeat our jealousy
to avoid the damage of smile and rise
in the sun and the night.
We are fakes puppets in the middle
of the theater of life
but we recall our sinners and ashes
to transform our selfishness.
We are nothing but silence, again
and when we fly to the sky
we ride the symbol of nothingness.
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