He was a thief.
A thief without knowing it.
He was stealing dreams without knowing it.
Dreams of others, big ones.
Those who have never felt without a homeland, without a home.
But no one said he was a thief,
because as a thief, he's very good at hiding.
Only that it is not enough, they said.
Enough to make him not stop...
So breathes the hidden thief.
And he never finds a home.