Aquiles Parodi                              

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During a summer´s night,
Was I suddenly filled,
With an urge to fight,
The delusions of a child.

I looked it straight in the eye,
Seeing its demeanor,
Nothing could I pry,
Through this unsettling endeavor.

Walking down this street,
Trying to understand,
My distant past,
That lingers on forever.

Much I sought,
Within this timeless child,
Against it I fought,
Fought against my fate wild.

Lost in my own bearings,
I whistled myself to sleep,
And the child´s wrestled thoughts,
Were now a melody I would keep.

A melody I had but to listen…
A melody to which I sing.