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Killing Hills

The canons had just been silent

After a day of hard work

Killing people on the other side

We walked silently

Down the street

Watching the carnage from afar

Like in a dream,

The broken windows, screaming people and so much blood

All over the place

It was a that time to late anyway

To do anything about it

Being hardened by the war

Did not stop the slow breaking

Slow destruction of the soul

That would last for many years

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Leaving

What is the secret

How do I reach

The very space of autonomy

How do I leave it all behind

Can’t stand strait in the wind

I keep tumbling around

So sleepy that it feels like

I am on drugs

The feet’s are wobbly

Reaching out in the wind

Against all odds

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Camino Real

Walking the Camino

Is difficult and easy

The road so long

From the border of

France, going through

An endless landscape

In northern Spain

Suddenly your feet gets

Sour and the blisters that

Grow is terrible

But you keep on walking

Knowing that your future

Depends on your ability

To reach the target, goal, stone,

Church or Ocean

Because the failure

Inevitably diminish you

It just to find another way

Getting home

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I Don’t Want To Go

The end is so near

I am not ready

To end it all

Just lost the meaning

To live

Have to find a new one

I know I am not

Good enough and

That is not really

Where I want to be

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Passing By

Looking out of the window

Seeing the clouds passing by

Covering the pale blue sky

Makes think of why I left you

That bad night

Instead of taking the fight

But losing fights has been my life

And eventually you get tired of it

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Dogs and Family

The lost places

When this was mine

And in the same

Time never mine

Earning and buying

The illusion of being a part

Of a family

Eventually it turned out

That we were nothing

Just dogs fighting for

A piece of flesh