14-01-2003

 

...just a break...from the whole world... running away from the madding crowd...

 

...just a break...from the whole world... running away from the madding crowd...

for one day of peace, one day of silence, one moment of true life, for a guy

lost in space and searching his way back home...

who knows where I am, I might be thousand of miles from you, and light years

from the Earth, but I'm safe and sound and peaceful, my heart smooth and

silently pounding, I take my bows on your tears, while some abstract figures run

over me and sorround my troubled

consciousness, feel like having been born inside a mad

painter who lived his life like a lightless car running wild through the

impetous dark, lonely flower of this absurd picture, mad flower among mad men,

desperately breathing and seeking my Sun, Sun

that's fading, as the colours of my soul, getting paler and paler, got stuck in

a desert land, where will I be taken to, next?...

 

TELEMACO PEPE

 

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