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My clothes
always home
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Mediu
Yesterday was one of those days...
I left again for searching myself.
I`ve got dressed with my most beautiful clothes
To be sure that, if I`ll find myself,
I will make a good impression
Of what I am outwardly.
I`ve got lost again...for years,
Among blesses and curses
Among passions and disasters.
Human nature was again on the stage
Without knowing that for me was already deja-vu.
Like every time, I arrived,
At my blue soul`s door
I doubt for a second,
I knew who was there...I always did,
But i entered with my awsome clothes
To be together: death and life,
Love and hate, the kid and the woman,
Black and white- all in my blue soul.
.....................................
I was tired, but fine...I was home.
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