| On the shores of 3000 They will be glorified flamingos, storks, dolphins and other amphibians. People will live in hot countries, next to the water, loving each other, will do gymnastics, will walk nude and hairless, and having sex like dogs in the streets everyday� They will do arts and favours without reward. Natural disasters will not create nervousness. Respect will not exist as distance. Jealousy will not exist, since there will be no acquisition. Man will love animals more and them him as well. He will play with ducks and swans, he will swim hugging the fish He will talk under the coconut trees with swallows, which are not going to be migrating birds anymore. |
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| Everything will be demolished and I don�t know if love will fray as well Everything will grow older and rusty. new advertisements will replace the old ones, slowly-slowly, without us even realising it. Without us understanding it, we will start bending, like this old person in the corner of the street. Everything will fray, the clothes, the signs, maybe the shine in the eyes and I don�t know if love will fray as well. Looks like people live in three different, uncommunicating trips, to each other. Some of them do everything possible to conquer the earth, for others it is enough to survive one more day and feel happy they have managed to do it and others try to be at peace with everyone and everything and however it goes, usually well. |
| Until everything slowly-slowly grows old and I don�t know while they are growing older if love will fray or will shine stronger. |
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| Musical instrument on wheels Did you see the old street musician who passed by and didn�t bother to play for us even one song? How years are changing through the new pavements, new shops and shop windows. And people are missing more and more. Like my grandma who knew that old street musician in the neighbourhood. She used to tell him something and he began. After, she was taking me to the playground. I was asking her when shall we find him to play for us again. And she was smiling. -she was always smiling- and kept pushing me on my swing. We then used to go over the little bridge, we threw a coin in the water making a secret wish and in my mind always the music of that old musical instrument on wheels. How much I wanted my dreams (cont.) |
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