(The) Return
You know myths are like water
They return
By turning the fury of times
Into the light of the timeless water
Of the valley
Sentiments of fatigue and agony live here
For any man in the world
While Europe with a horse will fly
Over the Mediterranean in 2013
You lie over from one thing to another
In your dreams
But as you wake up in an eiderdown
And with a flaky pastry breakfast
Dreams of intensity have set down for you
Only that mint light
Returns
To Gaza
To the murders of children in cold blood
Not early alienated by accident
Homeless
Without freedom nor human rights
Some did not care about taking
The responsibility for that
Before entering the 7 gates
You know myths are like light
Infinite
They return
Behind the drumming of heroes
The spitting look
The ruin that teases Lethe
Like the teasing mosquito
In the silence of the night
By the history of images
Cultural imperialism has been justifiable
Whilst personal responsibility
Is of tiny stature
Today while myths remind that
Man has soul, senses, body
Language is a judge
For algorithms
Of ravage - savage movements
After responsibility and passion alliance
You know myths are like nostalgia
Homeless
They ask for a place in the stardom
That does not
Belong to them
Well now
We have experience of
What exactly the return to myths
Does mean
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