In front of my tilting cage,
that litle hut of plastics,
so not to suffer from loneliness,
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
I went back to the remote past,
our home and its vicinities,
grandma and her stories
of my great-grandmother,
those mighty warriors from whom I inherited
intolerance and pride.
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
I went far into the future,
into my dreams and high hopes.
To see what was there,
where this changeles passage of time,
where this endless kick of my heels,
could possibly one day lead.
I traveled far and wide,
All in my thought
I also traveled to eternity,
to see my soul at the end of the mess.
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
that litle hut of plastics,
so not to suffer from loneliness,
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
I went back to the remote past,
our home and its vicinities,
grandma and her stories
of my great-grandmother,
those mighty warriors from whom I inherited
intolerance and pride.
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
I went far into the future,
into my dreams and high hopes.
To see what was there,
where this changeles passage of time,
where this endless kick of my heels,
could possibly one day lead.
I traveled far and wide,
All in my thought
I also traveled to eternity,
to see my soul at the end of the mess.
I traveled far and wide,
all in my thought.
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