Look no further,
Don’t look at the clear sky,
Cove of the soul
and refuge of the rebels of the East.
Don’t look at the horizon of our discontent, with its shores of fragile waves and blind teachers.
Don’t look into the gray eyes of your woman,
It is the absolute that you lack
and you will never grasp it with your mind.
Watch barefoot boys playing soccer
And pray that the sunset isn’t stained by toxic clouds.
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