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| People make laws, have principles that usually coincide. Me in the morning, especially at five o�clock, I live in my room without formality. People say sometimes cigarettes kill. Christopher�s birthday, like an event, is something unknown. The cars kill as well but we always talk about them smoking, in some birthday parties. Very young girls and playboys have conquered the city. 6 a.m. The inclination for narcissism leads to self-distraction. The same people (The people who without any exception sooner or later all of them will believe in the word love�) People to whom, once you opened your heart might now be laughing with their acquaintances, in groups, gossiping. Because you wanted to tell someone your pain, because your naivety, your loneliness, your sorrow, heavy as never before asked for someone to lean on, one more shovelful of soil in a piece of infertile land. |
| Now that you must speak, now that you already know where to believe in, now you can�t. Because the others have taught you not to believe even the air itself, to not be possible even to cry out now so alone as you are, now so far away from the crowd. because behind the air you know that someone will hear your voice. So, as much as one wants the other, as near as one is to the other you are far away from me, I am far away from you� (�are the same people who sooner or later destroy what they believe in,� love) Our days Turning the pages of a diary you see that time is short, hours even shorter. So the new day will come one more blank page, taking you in its cold embrace the same way as yesterday, the day before yesterday, two days before yesterday, the same, equal. Synonymous words ,one after the other, trying to give an image, one idea. |
| Alone in the lake The guitar still smells cologne. People are sleeping, people have to work tomorrow. The match dies out in the carpet. Tomorrow is anxious for its coming. Me, five o�clock in the morning and I�m still writing. Staying awake all night, hour after hour, leaves marks on my face, the idea becomes a dream, the reality a nightmare. The little fish in the bowl are continuously becoming less and less all the time, obviously I look after them very well... Plans are getting limited, others are cancelled. People are longing for my arrival. Me, only five o�clock in the morning I found my inner peace. Life leads in the direction that people have to be the same. Laws say that clubs have to close at two o�clock, they prohibit theft and other things. But still� |
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