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... what can I do ?
before I acting like a mad man I tried to understand the world but the world judge life as a crime and what can I do ? I put my beggar clothes and tried to learn from all the small things but the serpent watch me from every dusty corner I recognize: I'm not crazy and obviously my name is Odysseus according to my clothes which are so torn and dirty; before I became so ugly I did not know disguised in a ‘’ being’’ uniform I was a normal state and transient nature but the courage sold me quickly to the fear and so... I become easily barefoot and a runner over the all garbage of the world with heavy stone carrying in my back, believing that I forget or I'll be a happy fool without remember me from then, from now ... and what can I do ? I raise a city from that adventure over which I can never pass.
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