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"In front of me lies a corridor and at the end, a foregone conclusion.

I ran forward floating in fever.

Illusions galloping along with me.

Squashed between walls, the sky was sullen.

A Hundred windows opened and closed. A Thousand windows. And behind them, fear was hiding.

I felt the loneliness of the landscape of panic. My hands trembled.

I knew that fear was mine.

Infinit maze. I wanted to escape. Get lost. Hide where time is shade.

They disappear where desire is diluted .. “


Alberto García Alix

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