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Brixhilda Dede

There are nights when demons sit on my chest, 

like whims that awaken nightmares. 

There are days when I wander like a wanderer, on the path where self-awareness manifested itself. 

In a moment of fragility where fate commands, between the dialogue hope = greed where reason surrenders and whatever role becomes a subordinate node of chance. 

In the daily life from the failure of history that suffocates it cannot escape, presence becomes the thrilling emotion of the moment. 

Where emptiness opens like a wide road and the void finds the ritual again.

When you walk on the embers of fire and get burned, you quickly come to understand; 

That value is not measured by accidental victories, 

That true freedom does not hold you captive. 

Then,..sing the song of independence.