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colored eyelids
under the night
objects unidentified
of the sky
of the desert
of the mind
of the soul
UFOs of the soul
Abduct us regularly
UFOs of the dead
Over the night
Under the desert
The high desert of Chile
The high desert of the soul
My name is Juan Del Vuelo
And I don't know who I am
And I don't want today
In an Atacama of the soul
In an Atacama of Heaven