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Eight hours of sleep, and I still have shadows under the eyes...
Maybe, it's because I'm unable to dream.
1:10
1:10 Palindrome.
Oh, right, at ten past one I'll have to meet Godot.
I must remember that.
Hi?
Nah, I'm coming.
Let's meet straigth at the press section.
Maybe I could sit down for a minute, and drink it calmly.
Whatever, I'm late, already.
I'm awake.
Today is already tomorrow, and I'm late.
I'm just a foetus in a bigger world.
A world of passers-by,
where no one knows which city lies behind the desert.
My thoughts find it difficult to breathe,
and the more I plunge in the corals of existence, the more I must hold my breath.
Maybe in the launderette they sell some oxygen...
I go out.
Near the traffic lights, I observe the fallen and falling leaves.
Near the traffic lights, I observe the fallen and falling leaves. And I wait.
Then, I'll reach the place I was suggested of by the planetary mechanics.
I gaze beyond the Clouds Plant,
I gaze beyond the Clouds Plant, and I wash my face in the sky,
thinking of this immense greenhouse, embedded in the void.
I don't feel short.
After all, I only need to see myself in that blue coating,
that hides behind the crystals of greyness.
I don't know if I'll come back,
but while I'm at it I'll stay here and watch the clouds.