14-01-2003
...just a break...from the whole world... running
...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?...
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