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Night venture
I seek my lost desire where dead men lost their bones, and burns inside the fire of limbo’s pleasures ghosts. Where night hides on each piece of town and moon shines in every hole filled with water, from the tears of the old lady that passed the sky in a hurry… Where mist swallows her healthy nightingales, up from the baffling windows. Dogs score for their territory where rats drag along their fat bellies through the rubble and papers… Pimps selling their walking flesh catch, but only some silky steps threw on the alley make the painting’s gesture be expressive!!! Wind searches for obstacles and mystery flows at the edge of my sight – caught by the act of a chimera for the next day. Nymphs whispering beyond the skinhead concrete trees, faces digging old dirty teeth reflect my fovea – then blood’s turbulent run aware my silhouette, combined in a dull body – tail of my feet… A sterile mind game enters like snake in the body of my matchless sensations. My voice, my mouth’s prison, I can’t spit!!! So I walk alone in a heritage screen, build at the border of everyone’s nightmare in a poignant scream. My lungs got invaded by the streets’ foliage and a cigarette gives them the hint for the daily sepulchre – we all sneak into it… I seek, I walk and sleep, I run, I hide and snatch my feet, my furnished thoughts; but then I die my tracks onto the corner, sank into the dark!!!
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