I have accepted
that half of my life
I´ve spent it like a sleepwalker...
dreaming of riding a beautiful horse,
laying on my right side,
on a bed without sounds and mysteries.
Just there, half alive.
I've finally accepted that
there is nothing like a heaven,
that there is something more severe than hell...
and is this repetition of my actions.
It could be something beyond?
Beyond this side of the pillow?
I have to go through this life
half alive, half dead,
as the son of the night and sky,
simultaneously and at the same time.
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