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I have quit crying for myself
out of the true pain in me
I cry for this world now
out of which I cannot escape,

really

No dream there is
mediated (by this television)
only the couchemar
of being alone in space

als

wishing no fado,
changing no destino,
growing feelings out of
luxembourg saudade
where I never been

als

being grown, raised
away from where you were born
embeded linguas
in my little brain
which never was

als

the fear of disapointment
when you get there
la certitude d'être ici
car il est possible par train
a grande velocidade
sem tempo para corrigir

so

fragmented failures being
acknowledged errors remaining
of unequated solutions mounting
dreaming on just seven seconds away