I wish I remember more,
of the year that passed,
when my studies stopped,
in the search of an answer.
What a strange first youth,
that has been,
but too much forgotten.
Walking in the night,
painting in the dark,
riding in a cold sunrise,
sleeping in a tent few hours,
driving in the chaos,
eating in a canteen in smoking,
playing games,
talking, and talking,
morning, after meetings,
in the evening,
joining in a party.
It's not a goodbye because it went,
but a smile for what was,
to not forget,
while building the new,
in even better times.
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The Mager
Just a man in a mission.
Studying nuclear aerospace applications by day,
dreaming in the arts by night,
living in a contrast between me, my dreams and my destiny
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