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Legs that breathe... poison of serpent... by the path of the wind... I am blowing ardent water(alcohol)
A nomad without course
the negative energy I collapse it
With my hooves of lamb
I proposed to cross the whole continent
Without compass, time, agenda...
inspired by the legends
by the stories packed in tin,
with the tales that the moon relates I learned to walk without map...
To go on a long walk
without comforts, luxury...
protected by the saints and the wizards...
I have your antidote... For those that do not have identity
We are identical... For those that arrived without warning
I have your antidote... For those that no longer are here for those who are here and those that will come
In your smile I see a guerrilla,
an adventure a movement...
Your language, your accent... I want to discover what already was discovered...