There is real freedom sublime for man What
fully naturalized.
And a path that leads to the painful abyss
For those who, by the progress to let laminated.
This sad era that marks the cybernetic brains
channeled to ease life on
Modulate Frequency anemic
In the following thoughts are automated. This time
threats and everything to fear,
Covers from her black veil young faces,
and trains in an innocent slumber
Towards Old Age without wisdom and age.
It nourishes the body and mind to the specimen. They
drug in absolute legality.
Truth no longer exists. I, like an owl,
Solitaire, I see all this darkness. The young
the inevitable dawn sun grows
To remove the dull and morbid reality
In his arms, covered with soft light,
Can not seem to illuminate the blind humanity.
The torturing but gentle solitude night
gives way behind the sad bars
At Sea storms of loneliness daytime
Who reveals the most terrible tormentors.
my soul, I ask, why all these robots,
Who, in their tack door, a heart that mourns, Regrowth
does it with contempt, their hard hooves,
The sad lucidity of a humble and poor traveler?
This complicates life we could be so clear
If our horizons disappear gadgets and concrete.
The spirit of being a single flash
include, what we carry in death.
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