We walk so as not to get lost.

We walk so as not to get lost

The day in need of joy was happening slowly.
I walked through the hero's square
stumbling over the stones
and the dry leaves.

I look around me
People carry the world on their shoulders.
They change their faces
they pass side by side
and me among them.

We are nomads in our own land
with the bodies crossed by a meaningless ideology
consumid by time.

One by one.
They flee with tears of despair.

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