Sharp Pains In Pointer Finger

Let the world fade

Let the world fade

Let the world fade away

hangs from a rope noose

A

twisted threads of gold and gems

organza

rocking to the sound of music

That slimy drops to Valley

Play around the scaffold

Waiting for the dead

That late busy with Death

A game of chess

Move the pawn

But the Regina

Tonight the sky is Red

children play and shout

The wind raged and the storm is far

The blood slides torrents

Towards a thick puddle.

Stories

city streets And everything is consumed

remain only a few blades of grass

Soil of a memory

The rain is coming

Everything will be forgotten .

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Praying the word

Praying the word

That comes from the heights

Whether voice, which both sound

Whispers and moans

Silence it is modest.

The recitation continues

In gestures and murmurs

The public spread lies still.

holds his breath.

The tragedy takes place. Not now.

Entries s'accatastano

In dialectical Baroque

Ooze sound

Viscidi faces and traits

And the music screams

Notes odd who sneak

Among files and chairs. Marionette

Priests Vestal.

Anticipation of a cult that celebrated

and the stage becomes empty

An actor is gone

Nothing remains

Vanished monologue down.

Steps in the distance

Everything waits.

immobility.

Nothing evolves.

_____

There is no time tonight

color stains

While heading off

And the music goes away

With a caravan of actors

Nomads and minstrels

A bagpipe playing on Loch

distant echo

Or perhaps a memory?

The desert surrounds everything

And all you

red green and blue

Night property

As the pall of a Tuareg

Or a Bedouin who screams

and dunes

run under the hooves of a horse

Sloppy

like that Dark Death Knight

between the four

Of Apocalypse Christian

War hunger plague and you

interface card between the major arcana

Tarot and sorcerers

Guess who weave their clothes

Tiresias, you're tired of being an old man?

There is no more known

not a noise, not a falling stone

wave ripples that this small lake

And the boat drifts

No horizon Albatross

And the game of chess is lost

them with me

spectra dancing

The moon is made The full

distant stars

There is no time tonight

Goodbye.

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Rhythms of obsession

Rhythms of obsession

Drums

hear them? The drums?

trees all around

Leaves

branches green blades

screams and the silence lies everywhere

Stridor a sound

Incalza time

Run!

Chasm

dash in black

The end is approaching

Whispers?

Echoes of silence already

repeating

identical to itself

How many times?

A! One million!

This night will not move

East sings a rattle

E a sly snake slides

The band left the stage

few score, roses and a lectern

The light goes out

Theater disappears

The remaining time is little

Where are the words?

no resurrection.