In the Garden of Lost Souls

In the garden of lost souls, I drag myself,

Where the breeze, like an old broken record, rocks my chains.

I'm looking for peace, far from fools and fools,

In this silence, like a king, I leave myself to my cheeks.

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Far from the clamors and the so banal disputes,

I learned to dodge these trivial storms,

To embrace the illusion of tranquility,

To cherish days without chains, what an attitude!

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Every dawn breaks, a farce so new,

On a so-called quiet day, without shadow or real burden,

Where the mind floats, like a foam raft,

On the calm ocean of wonders, what sweet trick!

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Nothing matters more than this sweet and futile rest,

Than to live in peace, the soul supposedly appeased,

Avoiding hearts on fire, minds ablaze,

Collecting each moment like a jewel, what a great idea!

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Thus, I trace my path, pathetic and serene,

Far away from torments, harsh voices and migraines,

Cultivating happiness in this illusory green grass,

Finding in this false peace, my provisional sovereign.

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