Tyrannical hours.
he turns his face
inside the valley of the shepherds.
wander like the night
cover of a veil.
hang on ropes;
the master of barley is absent.
Private freedom.
between barks and teeth
nailed to their feet.
tie a tie to the neck,
before the idea of the return to the original world.
... will descend as a free man.
I sing for myself, looking at your faces.
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