Childhood alley,
your alley,
no matter how you try, while you will be growing up little by little;
is just all you will know, throughout your life, about belonging,
any alley but that,
insomuch the planet with its entire rest,
will not mean to you more than a bunch of antagonistic places,
a desolate desert, in an eternal night of the frost,
frost of being alive and strange even in front of yourself.


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