I pretended to fix my gaze,
To see if I could see the real,
One day I realised the reality,
That the Real is actually here,
I have not to arrive anywhere,
Nothing of reality is distant,
The real is present everywhere,
Nothing is left to arrive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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