This is like a bitter gulp that nobody wants to pass, like a big secret that one wants to hide, like a doubt that is not possible to decipher. What is this that brings shame without having any fault? What is this debt that has been imposed, because apparently the destiny chose the wrong way? What is this that does not allow me to go although I have wings and could fly? What is this that puts me in chains and shuts me up in a long condemnation that drowns me in a rough and desolating sea ? What is this that stabs my heart, but does not kill it?
What is this that destroys the mind but not to the point of madness? What is this long torture, which does not allow me to be a firm and leafy tree, but turns me into a dry and rotten branch? What is this that does not allow me to be, that does not allow me to pass saliva, which prevents me from living and from feeling the steadfastness of the way? What is this that it turns my nights in insomnia and the days in bitterness and confusion? What is this that brings paleness to my face for no reason? What is this that when I laugh, prefers to cry instead? What can this curse be, what can this torture be? Nervousness.
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