12:58, still in bed. The light comes
tired room. So small the window,
so little vision. Damned courtyards.
Yet there seems something else,
a saga cosmic cycles, with knights
and operators of fast food. I would not say
seems obvious to me, but I feel a fear: fear
the player, even a player that does not exist, but
fears. You know, the reader, but does not want to read it.
Yes: among the operators of fast food,
logically, there are also those of the drives.
a shock. Meanwhile, I fall into the court,
play of light, forgotten beasts. My eyes
flow from minotaurs in brine at a holy
postmodern, all seated, the guest of a
talk show. And I want to quit. Stop
waste time at the computer, writing and otherwise.
Stop to stay here in this bed
limbo. But rain in the courtyard.
The three class I, but it rains in the courtyard.
I go out, meet people, but it rains in
courtyard. Not water. Not sand, not land
and fortunately today there is granted respite, even
blood. Only a dance. Shit, I saw actor.
Yes Yes Yes Yes actor, who sang Alberto Sordi. I
has done well with a wink. But who will tell?
No one, except this card, a card inside.
But the paper inside, raining words.
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