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Passageways hiding the vice of their protectors, give way, behind trees of sulphur that breaks the day in two.No word could etch the southern morn, no voice think of the norhtern afternoon: fountains scribble porcelain charac
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Uncertainty, behind doors, daring the corridors to flicker:Inside, out.Nothing to touch, untouched by everything.Now then and when a simili
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Why don't you come with me one day, and we'll go to the little fishing village guarding the bustling coast? I've got the foaming waves too deep in my skin, and even through the red nightmares of the night, I can still hear th
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In the trees a private Mosque lurks in disguise.When the winds blow against the brown leaves, the prayers can be heard echoing on the pier.The coastline bears the name of its conquerors of old, who now rule nothing but their
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"Hurry away from the cliffs
A rose awaits you in bloom;
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Thank you for offering, your hospitality is endless, but I really don't need anything right now, I'm fine really.By all means you go on ahead, I'll just sit down and look at the window that reflects you.
How do your
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I am nothing, yet something is keeping me from being everything.Shrouds of glass disguise the fasting trio, passing through the world.Steps impossible to ignore: intently I listen to the sea without a face.
Upon a co
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Every morning the angels paint them in gold:
Prayer made eternal by the eastern winds."
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Millions of feet have travelled this road, that ends the night, before me.How could this be, when behind and ahead of me there are only two hundred feet treading on the dead greyness? They must have walked it more than once,
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The street I walk upon, the grey pavement; burial of a thousand natures, is all made of a hollow wood.Walking by an avenue of villas with names worshipping a history untold, unseen, I see their owners walking.They have seen r
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I look at your eyes, I look at your face, I move my eyes with your every sigh, I blink with your heart's every beat, I listen to the melancholy tap of your feet.I see you, but you do not see what I see.Why do you sigh methodi
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The pavements are dry; the crevices between them are drunk from de-hydration.They do not blame the sun, the sun revolves around itself, all the gods and insects follow it like a beetle clinging to flourescent dung.Who do they
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His life soon dies
But his death lives,
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My dreams were born
From a menage a trois of
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Before morning my eyes open to see a dimly lit room: Room of the ages, room without towers, there is nothing for you to hide so why immerse yourself in this fragile darkness? I know all your secrets for your secrets are mine;
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Delivered by the hands of wisdom
Cradling new-born art.
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Tell me, when were you born?
Was it on a beautiful morn,
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The one thing above all others that sets man apart from other animals is the fatalistic gene; fear of evil, fear of an ever present end.For what else is there to set us apart? Is it politics? I see no difference in a baboon s
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Thus speaks he whom nobody owns.Revolving doors of a hotel open with the charm of a reluctant murderer, to beg me to enter the world of morning, drowned in hollow air.I look back to the floor of the hotel on which I slept; Ho
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Yesterday, upon the rising
Of the evening star
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I will see you on the other side of the night
When you will once again become my Only Light
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They embrace victory with a childish smile
Thick clouds are gathering all the while.
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Problems are a burden we all must bare
But they are not so bad when we have someone with which to share.
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And I see from the corner of my half-closed eyes; Death with a sincerely pleased grin on his face.
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If you find us we will give you the sun and the moon
But first you must overcome the Age of Materialistic Doom.
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"There is such beauty to be seen
The mind opens to the eye's amazement."
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"Find the giver of life and embrace him
He can be found in the deepest reaches of the well."
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If I am to save myself I must break her heart
You are urging me to break your heart...Why?
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