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when light was pouring out from me like a mountain river erected through the wounds I saw you, tiding up the paths of my mind in strange contours, splitting the air with your

Save yourself, green dominates the azure, the cry of the monster tear appart the far away lands, How can I reach to spread more than the stammering of young blood? Words are hiding in the

The night when you walk alone through your wooden horse can last forever. Or a century of a premonitory farness from all the chairs which will enter in your way. Silence. You are

From a couple of days I decided not to think to that word anymore. Each time when I fill my mind with it, I sense all the avalanches of the highest mountains fall down over me, fireants tribes invade

It\'s somehow if somebody had written on a piece of paper the next three things that you should do tomorrow, and he had sent you to the post office, to buy a big envelope,

Do you think that you can get to the plug, digging a road through this isolate order, with the green spade of a dentist technician, scattering porcelains in your way, raping everything,

I still see them, The river horses, with our daughters inlaid on their bodies, the long wings of wax, spreading over my permanently thirsty place, from where I watch their