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Life has hit you, hasn't it? It gave you its best punch, and bam! You're down. Get up, you fool. Get on your feet and start walking. It's time to go! It's time to go now! Follow the leader! Foolish kid…   If the voice inside your head is laughing at you, what do you do? I've tried to run and hide, but it seeks me and knows where to find me…   Hello, hello!! Are you there? Marco… Marco…   You see? I never answer to its games, I just run and run and run… Like hell I run! I've tried to fly but it always gets to me while in the open.   Bang! Bang! Bang! Hahaha, you're down again, you see? You cannot run, better stop trying.   And I just lie there, injured and resigned to my fate. I see its eyes lingering on mine and feel its breath on my face. It laughs at me. I look at it with my eyes voided… oblivion. I hope for oblivion.

Maybe if the river had floated somewhere else I would've forgotten you in an instant. Here I am, lying on the ground, Hearing steps, screams and names. Here I am, lying on the surface, Is this moon going anywhere at all? Chase me please, I'll might need you later, My wandering star of dust.   There was a time when I thought you were brilliant, Shining over the edge of the world, Fighting demons with several faces, Crushing fantasies of mindless kids. I thought you were insane, Standing there, Screaming for me, Crying at the wind. I left… I left…   Maybe I'll be there again, sitting under the clouds, I would see your face on the sun, The burning face of a distant memory. I will not cry, Never scream. I will linger at the dawn, With the vicious dog sitting next to me, Barking at the moonlight rising. An maybe I will laugh with him.   Save your soul, poor mariner of spaces, I will hunt you down if you need it. I'll stay with you if you wan...

Una tras otra caen las gotas sobre el mantel, el cielo se tiñe de oro mientras sube el sol entre las nubes, las aves huyen lejos del horizonte. La mujer de negro se acerca a la puerta y rota la perilla lentamente, abre con cuidado. El hombre azul quedó tendido sobre la mesa mirando a la ventana. K habló de pronto: "¿qué esperas para despertarlo?, nada más sarandéalo y que se vaya despabilando en el camino". Rojo se movió cerca del hombre azul, le puso la mano en el hombro y él se despertó sobresaltado. "¿Qué pasa? ¿Qué pasa?", dijo mirando a todos lados el hombre azul, "te quedaste dormido sobre la mesa otra vez, amigo", contestó Rojo, "ya vámonos", dijo K siguiendo a la mujer de negro. Está amaneciendo, ¿crees que nos de tiempo de llegar?... ¿Rojo? ¿Qué?, ah, sí, claro, nos da tiempo perfectamente, llegaremos exacto al funeral. ¿Crees que al niño de oro le importe si no nos quedamos a la misa? Me choca ir a misa, no lo soporto. Cálmate, amigo, t...