Between the houses of paris
Dressed in a simple white dress
His boots click on the ground
His dark hair
They wave in the wind
The madness accompanies him
An insane enjoyment
He turns on himself
He draws virtual forms
The arms fall over and the hands are crazy
His legs are dislocated
He walks at the rate of his music
He dances in the street
He returns haunted the city
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