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I seek

After hearing the voice of despotism,

the cries of the hungry looking in the trash for bread,

the bitter language of solitude,

I look in the blue sky for serenity;

I create a landscape and try to dream

 

I seek peace among the white fingers of the aurora

 

After not finding the line of understanding,

the root of the soul,

the wind of justice,

the submerged freedom,

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