It's ugly to be famous.
This is not what raises up.
No need to start an archive,
Shake over the manuscripts.
The purpose of creativity is dedication,
Not hype, not success.
Shameful, mean nothing,
Be a parable on everyone's lips.
But we must live without imposture,
So live, so that in the end
Attract the love of space,
Hear the future call.
And you have to leave spaces
In destiny, and not among papers,
Places and chapters of a whole life
Striking out in the margins.
And plunge into the unknown,
And hide your steps in it,
How the area hides in the fog,
When you can't see a single zgi in it.
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