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THE SUMMER WE FORGOT
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[I feel in debt since I was a child
because I want to turn my back on destiny
just to keep on laughing.
While I search for myself in others' gazes
I dream of catching freedom with my hands tied
and when others take flight
I anchor myself to the everyday.
I seek my pleasure in others’
and within the margins of the indescribable
I enjoy my ephemeral existence.
There’s no better memory than forgetting
nor a life beyond the first times
and although I keep on enjoying
I confess to you that I am still trapped in that summer.]
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