Luckily there is someone who not only think of a fuck.
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spectrum in the stands
Silence
Where am I
hum The murmur and soft cries The
barking crying
prayer invoking the roar
The cawing
The rebellion in my blood
Anger?
desert kingdom
I see ruins and rubble
recognize the tracks and plunged into a desired residence Usual
devastation
Life
the Fisher King are the mad hidalgo
The preacher
The
The heretic saint The monastery burned
The Word.
I sit on a rock and look
Lies
No corpse
Everything is already dead
Putrid
You're drifting dust and wind
Curtain Call
black actor
The recitation is over
What if go away
Go away!
If only I knew once
Dying
dreamless sleep at Elsinore
The screams echo in the hall
A trickle of blood you At the meeting
new king comes
And in the river there is not even Ophelia.
A skull on the pavement rolls
And laughter makes a mockery of a man
spectrum in the stands.
exclude the presence of an empty space
exclude the presence of a space empty
silent contemplation of a reality that is distorted
Wounds festering wounds from which a sticky nothing
colors and shapes that crumples up and fades without the echo of notes
faded white stars on a towel and a vague design s' intertwined in the sky
Night, listen to a bug that scratches a twang and a neon chirps enchanted
I prayed god once again settled around and smell of wax and incense and the wood of a small medieval church
Toll along the valley and a 'shadow runs alongside a stream
No noise anywhere.
Everything takes on new meaning and dawn struggling to get
Fake horizons which stretch in a black and rancorous
Invocations
screams and tears and saliva desert kingdom
Word deserted the kingdom
A king and a fisherman, and anything else
Swing and pray
Swing and pray
Nenia crowds s'avvolge
low roofs of a city
and slides a stream
Quiet at the temple,
A chorus sings the song
And then silence
Sticky
Risacca density of meanings
Languido die for nothing .
Ya es tiempo! And
Empire
goes beyond history and memory
There is' nothing around here
sealed chests of other personalities of the past
Cocci
Forget fingerprints
addition
Injuries teeming voices
whispers and murmurs, blasphemies
placid drifting in a last Cathar asceticism
And then sleep
Deserted word
The dry sense
The crack in the crack.