My cry into

the world, my

vision to leave it

better than before.

People paint

with the color of

their dreams.

things are

what they seem

Everyone living in



descending from

the trees

Streets lined,

with mobile libraries.

Knowledge sought

everything free


And poetry



sheet music

to every scene.

¿Pensamientos? (thoughts)

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