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Paths don't cross sometimes... sometimes we're in different lines... leaning towards different directions... making choices like in a backgammon game and daring into the pathos, into the chaos.

We've met so many times... ends meet ends... whenever it is, wherever it is... it can even happen in our minds... so full of guilt, so full of themselves, backed up, wordly, burnt... It's difficult to explain... it's a chance... it's another chance... it's a race, a life-long competition.. and we are blind before ourselves... just like drunk, just like in the movies... small little lies, imagery, the roads... the stops.. the thrill.

In La Riviera.. like in an old song.. like in that old song.. such old song... the sky turns yellow and falls upon your shoulders with a swift touch... like a musical... involving you.. embracing you... unravelling... in two way dreams, in a stream.

Burnt in front of screens, condemned to our furnitures, afraid, senseless, comfortable, searched for... never found. Disattached... within a musical... within a song... deep within a word... through the phone... to make you feel just less bad. Toys of deliverance, your hands... your regrets... used up.. like soap. Stolen.

And yes.. clinging onto feelings.. just like bottles.. empty bottles... a display of sensation and ties for the radical man.

Disturbed, distracted, animal... semi-sedentary, pollution, flux, mobility... all through a vetted glass... all through your posession.. all through your life.. outside yourself. Calling for!

Playing games.. memorizing the sentences not to mistake the scene... an alarm call... deep from inside.

Emergency.. states of minds... revolting landscapes... a deep look into yourself.. wordless... feeling... a state of emergency.

Frustrated? Disappointed? we still read the newspapers, we drink coffee, collect stars and one day disappear.... one day we disappear... one day we disappear... as if you'd have forgotten the answers.. cling onto your best fit... that's good enough for now.. we're running out of coffee, we're running out of time... static.

Forgetful... imagined.. just not here but feeling down. Echoed. Waiting. Train schules, departing and arriving... carrying souls within.. delivering fates and crossing the chances all through.... a ball of yarn.

In abscence... musical and redeemed, rolling and rolling... the agents of evil and your own flesh.
Lying to myself and then lying to myself.. lying on the grass... lying on myself.. lying to the grass... in dreams, in sentences, in small pieces of paper, with coloured songs.. amazed and yet so quiet... it's so quiet... given up... lying on my pretensions, lying on my desires, lying to my pretensions... lying in desire.

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