| «I remember momma reading me a bedtime tale,
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| as thousand unaccountable stimoulants were passing over me.»
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| «I remember when I was feeling unconcerned in the playgrounds of my
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| vicinity, and that everything was
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| just a great play with me as protagonist.
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| I remember all the myths and epic battles,
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| as I’m sitting in the bench where sometime I was eating my carefree
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| ice cream, but now I’m smoking as I recollect a time where everything
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| was purely beautiful,
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| and the words coming from my parents mouth weren’t any disturbing.
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| Then…
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| When the world would end in a burst of delight and fireworks and
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| everyone would heave into paradise,
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| not with the misery… the decline…
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| all lost in an obscured, neverending void.»
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| Circling around the neighborhood…
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| Reliving almost forgotten memories…
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| Thinking of what he wanted to be…
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| Considering if he is happy now…
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| «I remember when there was God.
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| I remember when there was freedom,
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| and all those things now seem strangely,
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| as if you recalled a fable that someone recounted you when you were a |
| child, a childish story that now makes no
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| sense, though you really wish it was true.»
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| He acts like he’s in a movie…
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| He wonders if everyone’s the same…
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| If all the nursery rhymes…
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| Are guiding everyone’s life now
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| «Why this alluring sense of decline??!
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| Why can’t I detect life’s simplicity??!
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| Should I embrace it just the way it is??!
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| Or should I wish I had never been born??!»
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| He’s flooded with mixed feelings…
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| Sad for everything he’s not…
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| Happy for everything he dreamed…
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| And the walk through memory… lane has finally come to an end… |