K-rolissa
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If anybody could ask now,
nobody would able to explain the reason
that dragged him into nothingness
and the abyss.
I think of all the murderers dead
I think of a man lying
with his violin, silent at last
I think of an insect
reduced to nothing under a shoe.
Something in the cold wind
searches through the streets
like a wild beast
looking for the quiet end
of our bones,
at this time all that's really needed
is just the midday's sleepiness
but the sun would not appear
anywhere.
Soon the storm will force the moon
to also search refuge in the nothingness
and the abyss ...
Suddenly today I remember
that man, that surely yesterday
was upset somewhere unimportant,
cursing as he looked across the night
and a horrible love song
escaped from his mouth.
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