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[soy_un_higado]

I see the ghosts that life lent me
Puzzled expressions
And I can never hope to speak
With them about what they were
And what they have become now.

Constantly I am trying to understand
The significance
That lies under this surface
But what is beneath
Only the ghosts perceive
Maybe that is why they look so sad,
Because no earthly thing
Will ever warm their shoulder
To listen to what their eyes see.

So then I must pass through an entire world
Crack the sky
To see the heavens
If that’s what it takes…
Well
Something is taking its course.