Author's note:
The following poem was published yesterday on Spanish language in Steemit.
When I close my eyes,
I don't want to think
on the dawn of another day.
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I prefer the eternal night.
I prefer to think that this is a nightmare.
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Every day to the golden cage
I come out
and come back
to continue the routine.
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Little by little the distress
strikes in my mind
without decorum,
with its sweet whispers
inviting me to never leave
the golden cage.
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