GREAT SOUL IN MY COUNTRY 2 © 2008

This conscious unconsciousness, which deludes itself into being aware,

Follows evolution but gets lost in the current,

Its aptitude is to fade away, like a dream at dawn,

Without leaving a trace, it glides, without pausing.

It chases movement in the shadows of nothing,

Illuminated by the sun at midnight, on a desolate journey,

With the weariness of time that life has imposed,

It sleeps serenely, in the breeze from the South that calms it.

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