| Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
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| in his theatre he becomes actor, spectator of himself
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| Every night the man rises his imaginary stage
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| The man is dreaming.
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| I dream to float on my life’s surface
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| I am the stranger who looks inside.
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| I am not the material body,
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| constructed by the seven elements.
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| I am not the five senses, the hearing, the taste, the olfaction, the touch,
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| the sight.
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| And I am not the sound, the savour, the smell, the matter, the seeing.
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| And I am not the five knowledge elements, the speaking, the movement,
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| the feeling.
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| I am not the five vital breaths
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| nether I am the thinking mind
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| And I am not the memory,
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| concerning the residual impressions of objects.
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| I am a dreamer, who hates illusions
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| and this produces the vicious rage I’m not able to refuse.
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| I lost myself in darkness.
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| In the obscurity I find myself again
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| I annihilated myself and now I get
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| conscience of my power
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| I burn out and I reborn
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| I desire and my unconscious satisfies me.
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| I dream to float on my life’s surface
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| I am the stranger who looks inside…
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| I am a dreamer, who hates illusions. |