...When i was young, i believed in a time.
The sun of the schizoid south of the world was behind my heels on the streets; and i smiled.
Friends and neighbours asked "What's up with him?"
The city of the obelisk hid me under its centric skycrapers: its glassy structures reflected our rare australian Sun on my sunglasses: photos from a distant past, from a distant place; from another life.
From another being...
Sisters and brothers from a submersed world shone on my aura.
Because i cry when i should laugh, and laugh when should cry: i'm the black abduction, the Dorian Gray from the infra-world for you all to spit and win.
Come: spit and win per only 1 €.
I suppose that that Sun left.
The ones i loved died hating me...
i wonder what is like to be loved...
Fuck! I said loved; not fucked by a bitch; loved!
How many tongues i got to talk to make you understand, fuck off!
How many oceans i got to swallow..?
When the dark became almost absolute, i dreamt the nightime away in a long-long distance journey.
An unreal and rarefied journey...
I hate you Daniel. I swear that i hate you.
Certainly the Sun left; definitely and forever. He did roll away, and left me alone on this sidewalk at night. This damned, damned sidewalk that i hate so much...
Is time to walk away; to never come back.
Goodbye.
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