... I saw the perfect synchronization of the world, everything had a meaning all its own twisted logic though unreasonably. I have many names, one for each day, but many, I'll give just one.
In my house so many of my brothers and sisters, poets, philosophers and magicians like me.
My room is small, soft and harmless.
My dress is sumptuous and regal in its simplicity, as the purest light colored, long sleeves I enclose the sides.
Outside the walls of captured moments of the hectic life of young men wrathful;
saddens my heart, my soul cries for their poor poor look down useless beings would stop only if a second understand how gray their utopian existence.
And now you, little man, then you know who I am?
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