I am nothing.
I'll never be anything. I can not
want to be anything.
Apart from this,
I have in me all the dreams of the world ...
(F. Pessoa)
this is the reason why I should not write anything.
shake as I stay still.
commitments as I do not conclude anything.
maybe I should let things flow without having the presumption to seize them.
repeat the feeling that they are cold and distant does not make me a star.
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