-Mama, is that you?
-Yes son, I've been out
-Are we going to survive?
-The wind will tell, son, the wind will definitely tell
-I've been thinking mama
-The topic?
-Am I a traitor?
-Why, no, son. Life has made you its soldier, you must defend its flag
-My helmet is thin and my bullets harmless. I was sent to die
-The snakes have silenced
-And with them my heart
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love your flow, the feel of your writing......q lastima q no nos conocemos
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