PRISONER OF TIME 1 © 2007

In the representation of the soul,

I am the beggar, vegetating,

Lost at the corners of being,

Where the light rarely comes to peep.

I am the king building,

Castles of dreams and illusions,

Raising walls against time,

In the vastness of my creations.

I am the gaze on the stage of intentions,

Wandering between truths and disguises,

Capturing what hides in the shadows,

Deciphering the silences, the farces, and the parts.

In the representation of the soul,

I am everything and no one,

The beggar, the king, the gaze that observes,

And the echo that resonates beyond.

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