Yes, simplicity is so lacking ,
and black coffee is the flavor .
He prolongs our days of life by keeping
the law and the rite.
In a running void of ideas ,
rushing to get a line from the question .
I already wanted to worry ,
staying away from the curiosities.
Hearing a sound in the midst of silence ,
seeing the stars of the world , the sky .
We are so tired of the war ,
there is no more bread in stock .
With no map and almost no letters,
we;re all pilgrims.
And the world has gone deaf , its fright ,
wandering again behind the shadow , shadows .
The pilgrims
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