My little old world
Every time I pass through the street
I feel better, I think as its mine
crossing from the new road
planning a new itinerary
stepping foot as a newborn
I scared and afraid too
deep down innersole
which is happy to remain
which is glad to be safe
which is pleased to be being preserved
The new world is not mine
a full of chaos and unprediction
my past cant survive in it
the wisdom of solitude
will fail to this rush
my body is in a village
in a small isolated town
where the heart can breath
where I am allowed to do love
and permitted to be in love
the world outside of my street
is a covered model with lavish clothes
I am a naked soul
happy and glad where it is
still, my windows are transparent
and doors are open
but in the invisible shield
in my protection for old knows
I don't go from those roads which head to newness.
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