Cuando las distancias se esfuman no hay límite entre una idea y un sueño. Cabalgando por la ciudad de los gigantes de acero, soñando con praderas y ríos sin final se materializan los deseos y el crujir de las hojas secas se trasforma en centellas en el suelo. Me verás esfumarme en el horizonte, aunque sé muy bien que a donde voy habrá un final etéreo.
When distances vanish there is no limit between an idea and a dream. Riding through the city of the steel giant, dreaming of meadows and rivers without end materialize the desires and the rustle of dry leaves turns into lightning on the ground. You'll see me vanish on the horizon, but I know that where I go will be a ethereal ending.


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