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You keep on falsifying and laughing, trying to escape from reality,
but you won't succeed, all this while tensions rise
and they spread
while the winds are in and out, and the storm
announces new terms, new ways to pitch
about God, the Devil and Humanity
who have washed their hands and slept the sleep of the righteous.
Yes, you delude the illusion
seeking the way out, but there is nothing,
everything has been done so that there is no way out.
A new day without a clear tomorrow.
"Walker, there's a way."
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*: Antonio Machado (1875-1930) , España.
DeepL.com, Germany. March 2020
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