TEXTS | REFLECTIONS
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One second, just one second is enough to write a bottom of a pit.
That depth where madness and dexterity seem to remain.
There we are drowned, we are dethroned from our every thought.
There we are phoenixes into ashes.
We lose ourselves for a second in the well and rise through hours' eternity.
Raising our faces, watching the light so far away and so warm.
To know the freezing of the water on our bodies and the warmth of the light that illuminates us.
To learn that emotions are like this pit.
To know what smiles, to know the sound of the tear through our well.
We are so ignorant, we feel so much and know nothing….
We are too human, too lost in ourselves that we don’t know who we are here — today.
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