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Lack of a simple breath for a few minutes

Might be, long trip in time

Selfishness, may some weak people believe

they are invulnerable as God

But, even in the infinite space

present is just a fantasy

after the night

there is not present anymore

nothing last forever

not even the expanding universe

after light,

everything becomes a desert of dreams

Just clouds of unreadable signs

a program, a puzzle,

is the translation game

If deep is the trip of clouds

Smile of God, is the magic wand

to make from the flower

only a cosmic dust