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Words by John Sopar


When I was a child, I dreamt of immortality.
Infi nite sunsets, mastering languages, instruments
I dreamt of freedom.

Then I grew, put away my childish visions.
There was no eternal paradise, only an endless march
To a shallow grave.

Maybe that’s where the secret sits,
In the limits of time.
What use is gold and jewels if you sit alone?

The cage is spacious enough for me indeed.
Liberté, fraternité, en captivité.
My freedom to be.

John Sopar

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