"Let the wind take me out of my dwelling, from the dense path that means nothing. There are hundreds of abysses, cliffs with flaws. In the end, everything is mud. The fog rolls in. Let's gaze at the sky searching for hope, sighing the duels, the missing niches. Dying while dreaming, dancing with my face uncovered. Forever in life, waltzes are disguised. It doesn't matter if the muse never fell silent. Watching you cry, watching you with nothing, making an effort again, gaining confidence.📝♏