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So much to see and so much to do.
And so much time to waste.
Many fish, little brain.
An unquestionable scheme: They call it society.

There is so much implicit.
So many boards to kick.
Many fish, little bait.
In a countdown they call life.

So much done by the campaigns.
Like hypocrisy to waste.
Many fish, but little salmon.
A thousand smiles, two thousand kisses in television format.

I can live seeking beauty
In the words with which my soul expresses itself.
Not resigning and keep dreaming
Even if my dreams are only nightmares.

So many nefarious characters
like amnesia in society.
Little fish, many sharks.
If there is memory, let's not forget.

I see so many Pontius Pilates
That today I would be one more.
Many fish, so many hooks.
I have clean hands: I intend to use them.

I can live seeking beauty
In the words with which my soul expresses itself.
Not resigning and keep dreaming
Even if my dreams are only nightmares.
I may die without ever finding
That which eclipses my desire to keep searching.
Because in the struggle the soul is reflected.
And in the soul, integrity.