Somewhere, far away, in a hidey-hole of the world,

delimited by a lake and a sea is a piece of land
where a long time ago, a town got raised.
In that town is a tiny street with only one way out.
On that street at a certain number is a house.
In that house is a room. In that room lives somebody
more or less unknown but who has a few dreams
surrounded by a sweetening breeze of memories
that access delicately the shape of happiness.



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