You think you've escaped and found yourself in the prison precinct, you leave there, and another precinct, as if life is a zone of infinite rings of a prison.
Every time you discover it you interpret the sensation of being outside one enclosure before you discover that you are again inside another enclosure, as an illusion, as a hallucination.
The guards are waiting for you to stop escaping from one ring to another prison ring, they have even warned you, they have revealed this bitter truth to you.
But don't stop, one enclosure is the last one, don't stop, break all the doors, jump over all the fences, somewhere there is an open space to gallop madly, without prisons, cells and successive enclosures.
Every time you discover it you interpret the sensation of being outside one enclosure before you discover that you are again inside another enclosure, as an illusion, as a hallucination.
The guards are waiting for you to stop escaping from one ring to another prison ring, they have even warned you, they have revealed this bitter truth to you.
But don't stop, one enclosure is the last one, don't stop, break all the doors, jump over all the fences, somewhere there is an open space to gallop madly, without prisons, cells and successive enclosures.
Ιωάννης Τζανάκος
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