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Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Mata ahoo Hima de
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Himitsu wo Shiri tai.
You're wondering who I am - secret
secret - I've got a secret

Machine or mannequin - secret
secret - I've got a secret

With parts made in Japan - secret
secret - I've got a secret

I am the Modren Man.

I've got a secret
I've been hiding under my skin

My heart is human
my blood is boiling
my brain I.B.M.
So if you see me acting strangely
don't be surprised

I'm just a man who needed someone
and comewhere to hide
To keep me alive - just keep me alive

Somewhere to hide to keep me alive.

I'm not a robot without emotions - I'm not what you see

I've come to help you with your problems
so we can be free.
I'm not a Hero
I'm not a Saviour
forget what you know

I'm just a man whose circumstances went beyond his control

Beyond my control - we all need control.
I need control - we all need control.
I am the Modren Man - secret
secret - I've got a secret

Who hides behind a mask - secret
secret - I've got a secret

So no one else can see - secret
secret - I've got a secret

My true identity.
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo - Domo

Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo - Domo

Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
Domo Arigato
Mr. Roboto
. . .
Thank you very much
Mr. Roboto
for doing the jobs that nobody wants to

And thank you very much
Mr. Roboto
for helping me escape
Just when I needed to. Thank you
thank you
thank you

I want to thank you
please
thank you

The problem's plain to see: Too much technology

Machinesto save our lives
machines de-humanize.

The time has come at last - secret
secret - I've got a secret

To throw away this mask - secret
secret - I've got a secret

Now everyone can see - secret
secret - I've got a secret

My true identity - I'm Kilroy
Kilroy
Kilroy
Kilroy !
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¶ 11:13 //

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En medio de alucinaciones un vendaval de letras se aproxima a la ciudad.

Desplazado el silencio, los espirales de la tormenta construyen prosa y algún breve poema.

En el haikú de la tarde se encierran años de recuerdos.

Plasmados en los colores que se desvanecen.

La noche inunda y los sueños húmedos conquistan el aliento.
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¶ 16:34 //

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Sucede que la página en blanco es poderosa, nada fácil de vencer.

Al parecer se secó la tinta de mi teclado, y por más que intentaba no se pintaban las letras. Ahora he podido hacer un pacto y estoy de regreso.
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¶ 18:19 //