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My dream is to tattoo hope
on those who have lost faith,
like a torrent of light that moves forward,
in the shadow where there is no king.
It is to sow in the cold of the soul,
the seeds of a new dawn,
to make bloom, with gentle calm,
a rose in the middle of winter, to be reborn.
My dream will become song,
in the echo of those who no longer see,
I will tattoo on their souls the charm
that hope will always return.