Sitting here, I reckon with time and my glorious illusion. When I was young the sky and the colors ran through my head, but then I don't know how I forgot it and followed paths of earth, tears and fictitious joy. I'm sorry for having passed down to you only heavy monuments and the charm of iron, fire and blood, perhaps I could have left you as a legacy the secrets of the infinity that lives in the seconds, but that's not what happened.
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