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When I got home, I began to dance.
The sound a the band carried me away.
I ripped the wall
and found myself out
on the streets garish
with nightmarish colours;
and the bands beat out
the rhythms
frantically,
as I disappeared in Time
-alone, desolate, enigmatic-
disappearing through the place
I'd come from,
leaving behind me
an everlasting smile for human beings
to remember.
For no one will ever know
if I really came,
if i really went
and
if i ever really existed
by chancein their midst.
SECUENCIA 16. CALLE TEATRO. MADRID. DENTRO Y FUERA DEL TAXI. EXT. NOCHE. <[b>Nina: Arraque, por favor!.. a ver si nos libramos de este pelnazo! || Manuela: (Grita) Esteban, dejalo ya!.]
I'm Sick Bastard.
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