2 o´clock in the morning.
I get up from bed.
With shadows moving on the wall,
I feel I am changing.
I take off my skins
the ones that make the daily me.
I leave them on the chair...
With a different face
I slowly close the door
and sneak out to the streets…
The night is everything I´ve got
with all its flavors.
A friend of buried things.
This is the time when I talk,
This is the place where I can meet myself,
where you can meet me…
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