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In the silence, the nights is born, beatuiful and airy like a whisper…
Like a dream it flashes, it loosens and it twines, like a child wandering in its sleep…
and you smile and wave goodbye, your face is somewhat strange, i’ve never felt it so unfamiliar before. We are already different, you turn around and walk away without me saying a word…
i’m speechless… the wind signs a song of mourning and i just light a cigarette i breathe out, my eyes follow you as you become part of the grey background…
An empty room, a whisper, like steps on the dusty floor thousands of thoughts are tumbling and screaming
i look for you, i don’t find you
i look for me, i don’t find you
pieces of a broken glass
pieces of a life
that bitter aftertaste
i gulp it down and try to go on

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