The lightness of your steps
Is unbearably strong and wild.
You keep running
Like a champion,
Like a restless child.
You keep running
From dangers and bad omens,
From strangers and phobias
Of this endless antiutopia.
When you're impossible to locate,
the speed is so high you suffocate,
But you're loyal to the glory
You generate.
Atalante
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