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Chaos in its apparent calm,
with empty hands
trying to get nowhere
in life and its pendulum movement

Love and its purpose
now forgotten
it's a cruel mockery
be seen as a circus phenomenon

Being on the rostrum of honor
it matters little at this point
the end of the function is worth more
to endure a theater of torture

Nothing like taking
the reins of your life
no one should intercede
in the blog of a genuine creature

Follow the light of the lighthouse of Alexandria
it's better than staying
on dry land and
hear the voice of an unfulfilled promise

The order of the pieces
on the chessboard
says you will lose
in any direction you try to move

Death is a safe destination
but I didn't know his harassment
Until I see the plague rider
run through the streets at pleasure

Chaos in its apparent calm,
the order of things
has changed overnight

I hold on to my chips
on a platform that keeps me alive
When will the cruel circus end?
What will be the function of this new day ...?

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@nachomolina}

_{venezuela
2020}