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Silence at the door.

Time is just an abstraction.

But in my mind you're beyond reality.

Within my system you are absolute.

you fit in my ideas...

(all of that...)

But I know I don't know who are you

I mean, I know, but I don't know

I see, and I don't see

I dream and I wake

but I don't know when.

I don't know if I supose

and at the same time I can tell...

you're behind the door.

Somehow I think...

Somehow you're there...

Are you gonna escape?

Are you already escaping from something?

I wonder

all the time

I wonder

a lot of whys...

...of hows...



Please, wait.

I still don't know if you want me to open that door.