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A shot in the air
and soon to finals.
I know that time is a friend
although sometimes the hands of the clock burn.
I know that no witnesses are needed, no trial,
and the silence that screams
when looking at me is enough.
I know we are fire extinguished,
ashes that even the air ignores.
to nowhere,
a lost arrow
whose whistle no one hears,
waning moon
that will never fill up again.
and it only remains to go back the steps
or float in the air,
and I cannot float,
and going back the steps is unquestionable,
rewinding our story won't give us
better ending credits.
and you know it too.
Let's open our eyes
let's wake up from this abortion of a dream,
of this delirious comedy.
There are loves that even if they want
they never go beyond being a shot in the air,
and you have to let them go before they kill you.
and you know it too.
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