Read, read, read, live life

What others dreamed

Read, read, read, the soul forgets

the things that happened

 

Those that remain remain, the fictions,

feather flowers,

the solitary, human creations,

the dregs of the foam.

 

Read, read, read; will i be reading

tomorrow me too?

Will I be my creator, my creature,

I will be what happened?

 

by Miguel Unamuno

 

Nederlandse Bergen, Lochdale (108, 64, 25) - Moderado

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