growing in the little´s lies
until the desert of flowing knives
blows sand into our eyes.
Then we see
sorely but surely
that the path we chose
was nothing but a trail of those
who were close
and had a smile under their nose.
Finally we look around
realize that the Earth is round
that there are holes in the ground
and we hear the roaring sound
to which every life is bound
telling us:
Make your lives count.
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