The city is booming

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The city absorbed echoes
It is convulsing
You can not ignore the panic
People have forgotten to smile
when I've been kind

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They form channels
They stay still and isolated by the exit doors
And those who wish to enter will have to stop being themselves
They will have to break inside-out and exit to become other beings.
In those capable of wiping out those who remain inert.
Those blind and afraid to meet all their physical capabilities

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They don´t advance, they don´t move
It only takes to flip the look
Realize the space that has not been conquered
And let freely do those who want to come out and go in

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The city is booming
It´s absorbed and convulsing
Sorrowful

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The ambition embraces with a false cold cover all those who welcome her.
And the eyes, unable to speak,
Are forced to see not more than of what it is believed to be seen
And not a cry of genuine pain from lack of oxygen
will break the bands of blindness imposed by the ambition

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Even when there is no pain
The aim is to suffer in order to be pleased.
Placed under care
So what is the real pain?
Who has sorrow?

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The city absorbed echoes
It is convulsing
Impotence invades its status
There is still some that know that people shoud not stand still by the access doors.
But same as I, they have said nothing

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As I Used To go with the flow
Just as I used to lock me
And keep still
Shocked
Intense
But still
The anger required me to shut up
To be smooth, silent
And to not look
No thinkink on how to look
Looking back.
Tired.
But alone, quiet.
I could walk a thousand miles
And never get where I want
Drawing attention in agony
And looking for two ears
that could listen without hatred or fear.