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Maybe you don't know that from rain we can compose a symphony and from wind a violin solo that cars speeding up on the avenue are the disconnected noise of the orchestra rehearsal everyone is the maestro with a baton of silence leading

Over the metallic brightnes of my new car there is no moonlight nor any other unexpected scintillation. /// Sur l'éclat metallique de ma nouvelle voiture nul clair de lune ni quelqu'autre scintillement inattendu. Sobre o metálico brilho do meu

I'm bored by the obsequies the notable's soul still seeks to understand that is dead and fell down the perfect abyss for the ruthless and hungry vultures in unbroken laudation preying on the body and his unfulfilled dreams at the funeral carriage to

BLANK PIECE OF PAPER I look at you blank piece of paper I foresee a spreading blood tear being absorbed by the sheet pores blotting paper of a not yet coming pain idea ballerina pilgrim deciduous non-existent the pain