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In the kingdom of fogs where time is faceless,
dreams dance to the rhythm of a broken clock,
and the stars are dreams escaped from children’s hands,
chasing clouds made of feathers and divine destinies.
There where the rainbow has no boundaries,
and the world bends like a vinyl book,
normai minds are just ghosts of a journey,
lost in the paths of dust and prohibitions.
Mad are the eyes that see the invisible,
that speak with rivers of invisible words,
that listen to the silence of a laughing moon,
and breathe the air that no one else breathes.
The world that runs at set times,
with steps that sound tired and empty,
is a dance of shadows without the fire of infinity,
a closed circle in a room of broken glass.
But whoever runs in madness, whoever tears the veil,
is the dreamer who lives without fear,
is the pirate of the soul, the artist of the sky,
who builds castles on the clouds of adventure.
Madness is a dream that dresses itself in colors,
is the sea that sings, is the wind that moves hearts,
is the laughter that explodes like a flower of fire,
is the irrational that draws new worlds,
where there is no rule, there is no wall,
only the infinity of a pure thought.
But look at the minds that remain anchored,
to the laws that imprison the desired soul,
they are like flowers closed inside a box,
where the sky is far away and the earth is extinguished.
And yet they live, like those who walk in the mud,
without knowing that the dream is a flame that blazes.
Who is crazy is not afraid to leap into the dark,
because he knows that in the dark the light of the unexpected is born, who is normai lives in the day of return,
lost in the memory of what he has never seen.
There, where the sky is made of thoughts never born,
and the earth is a dream in continuous change,
madness is a field of shooting stars,
that welcome those who dare to follow its wandering steps.
The cry of madness is a line of poetry,
it is the melody of a world that challenges reality,
it is the lightness that flies above serious thoughts,
it is the audacity of those who walk on unexplored paths.
In this world of people bent by schemes,
madness is the courage of those who stop and think,
of those who abandon the carousel to look at the moon,
and discover that freedom is a journey without stops.
Because it is not madness that scares,
it is normality that turns off the heart.
In the chaos of a strange and adventurous thought, there is the key to a brighter world.
We are all mad, but those who do not know it,
walk blind, forgetting who they really are.
In the kingdom of mists, where the dream is true, madness is the light that guides the sincere.
