There is a noise somewhere around my ears
There is a light somewhere in my eyes
There is a constant return of the anguish every time I try to find their source.
No man here is capable of defusing himself in order to avoid the void caused by his own fears.
There is a noise somewhere in my garden
There is a light in one of my fruits
There is a constant greed every time I try to show them to the world
No man here is capable of taking his time and let other ones pass.
There is a noise in my hands
There is a light in my fingers
There is a constant need to get up and share them with You
No man here is capable of embracing new thoughts
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