Shadows from a troubled past are born again in my memory, I wander between lines in this distant horizon, I try to understand what moves me in this world. I try to realize that I am not only a person fighting the world, because at the same time I feel myself accompanied by the powers of the occult, I have the name of an angel I call myself Gabriel and I usually walk around this world when I have time for this.
I pass through the mighty Tagus with a scent of cold winter clothing, I feel that by being reborn within myself I finally have the power to hide this dangerous world.
I hide a world that smells of selfishness, it smells of tumultuous complicity, loses among extraordinary people, gains in terrorism and ambition. As an angel flying at night looking for someone to wake me up from this nightmare, a symptom of postmodern crisis, I also feel a conflictive stress.
This land no longer the same, the same people do not feel the same, the streets remain the same, but their directions have changed, changed for the worse, the clothes finally govern to their beautiful pleasure, meanwhile we try at all costs To be ourselves without success.
I do not feel associated with this world, I try to bring back the full peace and friendship that has reigned among us, rotten peace that is always present, I want to re-erect a past full of dreams and generous friendships.
I am part of the angels that look after the Castle of Dreams, a Castle that once belonged to this world, from time to time this castle is destroyed by a faint storm of power. I carry the courage and perseverance of not letting this happen too often. Make me believe that there is still peace and love in this world.
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