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Torrents of ego flushes the street

Julio César
June 10th, 2022 · 1 min read

I go to many places but I don’t feel I belong anywhere, this feeling haunts me a lot. I like walking and contemplating all around, people, traffic, hidden things. Just the flow of it all.

When I want to be even more present I run, come rain or come shine, oh that good old jazz. But after a long walk, this simple thing just make me want to say something – or at least I try to write some “free style poetry”.

Maybe a walk is not so ludic
No gaze no complain
Beauty is what is seek

Always even terrain
Just feeling lethargic
Galaxies ahead quite dead

Human connection a login away
Absence of silence abundant smoke
Posture correctly not to be a threat

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