Orders, voices, cries.
Smoke, sweat, asphalt,
Ochre, black, gray,
I leave the city behind
I run away from everything and everyone
I look my way. I want to be alone.
An old man who is spending time
he says I'm going too fast
but the walls are falling
although I remain the same.
Road to where you taking me?
Green, air, earth.
I breathe in freedom
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