The illusion of the clouds,
Cannot fool my tender eyes,
The false guarantee of unconditional love
That was given to me as I took my first steps
Was a Picasso painting,
Even art can trick your mind.
I laugh at God,
For this exception did not feel her love,
Did not have the symmetry of a perfect society,
For this is the only achievement that has been made by my own hands
Defying all that was hoped from the righteous one.
So let me stare at the sky,
For now I know what the constellations hide,
Une diei ante,
And my final destination
Will be fulfilled.
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