Here I am stripped
all the dreams of life,
head full of shadows of life
the creation of memories of ghosts.
I will go, and I
I do not always guess with whom.
Unknown man
bends beside me in a hug.
Says you're so
strangely cheerful.
Within the melancholic shell,
I always feel inside of me
the effervescent festive
came to the mountain.
Then the shining face
a smile like the sun,
the calculation inside me out
the bubbling joy of turmoil.
Then I give to music,
and the rhythm of my body circulation
export, dance, and swing.
As the weak-headed
casually hunting.
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