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    Everything starts as a joke
    and someone sleeps well!

    I was eating the wind of the sea,
    dedicating songs and misusing the sun.
    You who set it free, died it out and never listened to it.
    Freedom limits us
    it relieves us only in half.
    I promise I can’t know it.
    How some fences free us
    they make us sure.

    If all time would come now,
    the sky would be white and
    it would find me exhausted.

    White also the night.
    Exhausted also at night.
    Is it so hard to imagine?