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The letter

I wrote laid copper.
same ink
I wanted to sink, while you
, quiet, read words penned
unnecessary.

Use only the bare essence of things,
remove the chaff from the seeds infertile. Use words and happy
fierce, wild
phrases composed of sounds and deep atavistic
, such as screws,
that nailed the coffin of the good.

A funeral at sea you do,
while burning pyre elapsed time.
that you can not rise again, oh holy
judging my nostalgia
that on this evening as the clouds cover the stars and serene
confuses us the goal,
horoscope, destiny and the street. We

cards dealt at random, but
end strategy is to play,
scappottare up to the counter with
cents to give to Charon
has already tied his hands at the helm,
against the night and the end.

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The lack

The dull sound of a bell jar in the bottom of deep well of oblivion.
I desire to extinguish, was not aware, nor a fleeting memory or a farewell.
The leaves do not fall in the autumn sun, and life goes on silent trees. Resigned
living praise, my thoughts to do with hoary breath.
do not dream and do not want, but the field. The wheat buried in my own duty. Offered to the Passover blood
I burn, and mere contemplation of stupid things.

Palco immaculate from the impression, closed by curtains blind, mute actor behind.
insignificance as the cloud, the foam or the bubbling gasp of the rains. Thought
unaware of jellyfish, such as vacuum liquid careless split,
mindful of anything and nothing definite bitter note nonsense reverie. On the morning twilight
jump on the property that it holds hair
the desire of the non-existence gives me sharp eyes, is his tribute.