Crossroads of life If you ever find yourself at the crossroads of living people,
reluctant sun, grouchy hopes, and molded dreams, you will find the quiet melody of birds played on gray records that will spin in their enlightened enchantments. Try to give up completely without stakes and without compensation, in desire for a sense of peace. When you are alone in front of the wall with hope dangerously cut into it, same as you walk on the steppes of the indelible traces of the music of those same birds, only from a new record.
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