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Sesame
05:52
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Cloudy day… You’re still in my room. Your eyes hiding on my window. Liverpool: Your body on the ground. Our feet, still smiling and full of sorrow. Who is going?
Anyday… Landing back in town. Turbulence. You’re sleeping on my shoulder. Springtime: I’m realizing I still miss you. Fugitives on the road to Denton. Who is going? Who is going to teach me now? There is a lot of places for two seeds of sesame. Is it your day my day?
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So Too Soon
06:16
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There are fireworks in front of my house. Meanwhile, I kick out gentles and slacks. Military march covering my desk, celebrating deaths and victories. So late. Too soon. Soon. So Too Soon. You’ll die without prizes in lottery, ‘cause you bit pencils and chairs in school.
A little bit of your codeine in my water. I’ll be dying before your car explodes. And you… Standing on the last corner of my neck. So late. Too Soon. So Too Soon.
Your day is back: The bookstores are closed and the sun is not even a reason to wake up.
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We calling you on time. Lights will cross again and again. Good camels, mighty fire. This is not a hurry end. This is not a hurry end. Working about. Anyhow. And just anyhow… Meds and measures from one mind.
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Our mornings are full of plastic words flying on waves over roads. We put our best clothes on and share points of view with a sweet kick.
My afternoon sells you a five - minutes - dream cooked till cat falls all over your legs. Our writings keep calm riding lemons with shouted deaf answers.
Your nights gave up in front of the sea that never existed at the living room and the doors were opened by a hundred of lovely hippopotamus born in anger.
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A Summer
05:01
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There are no men on the earth. It’s time to die for believers. Do not spend your life by phone. Do not hear my sounds so closely (…fell happier than ever…). And most important thing: “Do not miss your youngest days”. Say goodbye to your sons and daughters, feel loneliest for these weeks, your laughs don’t know how to say goodbye, without... In coma by surprises and coke (…fell happier than ever…).
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This Amount
04:28
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Said “Promise:”, said “Keep your eyes on the line” two days before. Her attention paid on business with true mercy. Bring your family on that night bus across the cold desert. She is waiting, she promised. He lies and folds your suitcase asking to share a coin. He talks to the ticket seller about the best cookies he ever ate. Sleeps in the empty lobby between rental bikes and visitors maps. He looks at you and just laughs away, away…
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1o 1a
05:34
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Learn about this hand written life: It’s just some kind of violent rain, a way of calling below the thunder. In the meantime, things are going to change on the third part. I meant to sleep half a day. Who can watch himself on a movie?
He does, he needs to touch the pigeons. Its 10:00AM. Now it’s half past ten. This is the shape of the lights of the city.
Refuse to accept the sound of the heating system. Is there some smell around? A smell which can change my memories?
The pictures of that time? The name of the city? A mountain with a lake to throw yourself from: Nothing easier than a dozen of tones. I remember an old deaf man painting a winter on a table made of wings, food and buildings. We’re going to play dominoes again and he’s gonna make your hand burn with a spoon.
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Question Marks
03:34
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What I’ve learnt from the distance is emptiness. It’s a dependence war. Read your letters from the shore as a brother.
A shore of rocks in the shade, with a pack of musts and shakes. Creeping through, and that position (weird), breathing.
Could you see the light? Can you see it? It’s a polish green, where we get there and clean the bathroom. Lately we’ve been cooking apples. Expectation drops.
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