How strange the way I landed on this land
Trapped between two solitudes
The one with fire
With heat that could melt iron and steals
The other with ice
With cold that could freeze things into statue
Below my feet a fragile ground
Shaken every now and then with such magnitude
Constantly Dragged me up and down
To easily weaken my grip
To throw me to either side
How funny the way I survived
Against all odds
Stood still in desperate gasps
With many fears inside my head
weariness had overcome me
drained my strenght
broke my fortress
And the ground like a broken china
Fragile as it may be
How scared I felt all the time
To count the time that elapsed fast
To count the hours, minutes and seconds
Before I fell
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