I run an inifinity of labyrinths of memory,
lands of ogres and trolls, broken dreams too ...
like Ulysses seeking to return to Ithaca,
my odyssey wanders aimlessly, with no destination,
as a solitary knight without family or friends, tormented ...
firefly of color, in a white meadow of frost,
humming ballads about legends of honey and satin,
saturated with drops of fire in the darkness of a wonderful world ...
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