Unknown.

¿Quién era?
Ni él mismo lo sabía.
No creáis que era un peligro, nada más lejos de la realidad.
Sólo es un hombre sencillo caminando por un pueblo cuyas calles
son tan estrechas como el corazón y la mente de aquellos que lo
construyeron.
En este pueblo, la realidad y la ficción se fundían de una manera extraordinaria.
O tal vez no, y eso era lo extraordinario.
Mientras caminaba por el pueblo se sentía flotando, con música de fondo
y sin ninguna preocupación en la cabeza.
Lo único en lo que piensa es que es realmente divertido que la gente le pregunte
la razón de por qué se encierra tan a menudo en sí mismo, en su propia mente.
Este solitario trotamundos esboza una triste sonrisa en su cara y responde: "El mundo es cruel, la música no."
Así de simple.
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Who was he?
He didn't even know.
Please, do not believe he's a dangerous man, not at all.
He is only a simple man walking in a village whose streets
are as narrow as the heart and mind of those who built it.
In this village, reality and fantasy were interwoven in such an outstanding way.
Or maybe not, and that was the outstanding thing.
While he was walking in the village he was feeling like floating, with background music
and no worries in his head.
The only thing he is thinking about is that it is funny that people ask him
the reason why he locks himself up so many times in his own mind.
This lonely globetrotter puts a sad smile on his face and replies: "The world is cruel, music is not".
Simple as that.