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The field were my fields
and the stars were my light.
The wind is my guide,
my soul and my constellation.
The clouds were my safeguard
and the drops of rain were my thirst.
The honey was my nourishment,
the grass a bed to my feet.
And I ponder of the verses that would be.
The wind blows.
And I capture the clouds
with my feet.
The streets are my path
and the lights my stars.
The wind is my guide,
my soul and my constellation.
The cars are my enemies
but the bicycles my allies.
The smog is my nourishment,
the asphalt a robbery to my feet.
And I ponder of the verses that would be.
He, the wind blows.
And I capture the moments
with the spirit.
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