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A faint hollow sound announcing my arrival, a storm rustling in the background, fogged windows of an old warehouse ... a metallic empty pipe, rusty and sinuous, I run through.... drawing transparent trails, fast ... and then dropping down. .. smashing on the ground ... drawing a magnificent crystal flower in the air, going away silently .... I'm a water drop.. from a cold rain..
I'm a tear...
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Breathe..
stars are beating like little shining hearts in the dark sky.. soul is so heavy... cannot anything but lying down on the grass watching them... sadness is kidnapping my soft thoughts... darkness is holding my wrists and ankles to the ground.... Breathe... as a baby shouting to life once out of the belly house... frantically... livid skin.. reddish... messy hair.... Breathe... as a tree in the countryside... giving air... taking air... as a walking wood.. coming to my castle.. and making it fall.. in the heavy noise of rocks falling... in the silent noise of tears dropping... Breathe... and listen to the sound of your breath in your ears, in your forehead, in your nose... a bird is singing... it's morning... earth is breathing... your heart is still breathing... Breathe... It's raining in the night...
and sidewalks and streets are reflecting like mirrors now.. mirrors flickering by raindrops and people walking through.. streetlamps are projectors for new movies... there's a world upside down, of people doing what's in their dreams, they walk feet to feet, every step matches the next one perfectly... but the two heads are so distant, just because the upper one is busy minding the steps, thinking of future, worrying of career, house.. while the lower head is floating in love, imagination.. and mostly.. if it looks down it can see the sky.. while the upper one, looking down, just can see the floor... the wet shoes... shoes that won't be good anymore tomorrow... while the other one's feet are walking in the sky.. It's morning.. it stopped raining.. I have to go work. Looking out the window.. nothing is reflecting now, me neither. I have to rush, I'm late.. wearing my shoes... NO.. wait... lying down a bit more..pointing my feet to the ceiling. No.. I'm not doing yoga... I'm just walking in the sky... Cars hissing by the window, a soft light by that streetlamp where lovers never kissed beside, but I could saw them so clearly in the movie of imagination. The bed feels like a trap tonight... sheets feeling rough like the walls of a cardboard box.. where I'm living in.. ready to be delivered, but no one is coming to pick... so many wrong addresses I wrote.. so many times I've bet my heart on the wrong number... I'm looking for a way to go, watching silly things I never cared before, pretending they are so important now, just in a fake world.. knowing finally I will fall asleep, and wake up again... fighting through those hours of light for reaching again my favorite darkest places.. where I can find thousands friends.. and at the same time feeling so alone.. but happy to leave a sign...
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