"...I remember in dreams the Hell of the end of the world.
Dreams from another life; our islands-garden of the south of the world...
If i say i don't love you, i'd lie.
But i went blind, and gone forever; because my heart did bleed as one with yours deep inside ¿did you know?
Why did you leave this way? Why i couldn't stay with you? Tell me why, for once in my life, tell me why...tell me, because my heart got destroyed in pain, and i didn't want anything else anymore.
...In my darkness yet, some nights i need you. And i cry; for that sun, for you.
And for me."
Once the disgraced Challenger fell on the sea, troops of mermen did dive to find possible radioactivity.
Our culture derives from the Greece, mother of vices and games: their marine rhinoceroses and their mermaids.
Twisted pieces of heavy metal did lay under the sea yielding much sulphatyxex and inferior venoms in adhesion to the noosphere: there they go, the holy divers on the go...
Tilting detectors are turned by system anti-time: special condition! Special condition!: A cloud of acidulants breaks loose from a brown plastic cabinet brusquely open: the laudanumized glue floats abundantly poisonong these aquanauts ¡all dead float among the hydromasses and the liquid aluminium!
¡Among the caustic oxygen that inflates the cachalots to death!
...This mortal-fluo coil in the Scotia Sea; near to the subpolar Argentina's shores: the total abattoir of the aquanauts of the Challenger!
Nobody returned to the zone anymore.
...In the nights when the metabolism of the plancton shines satined, the oligophrenic orcas light the acrylics of Orwell.
Beyond, the south Orkney, Sandwich and Shetland islanders scream in despair among a sea of HELL...the Hell of the end of the world.
Dreams from another life; our islands-garden of the south of the world...
If i say i don't love you, i'd lie.
But i went blind, and gone forever; because my heart did bleed as one with yours deep inside ¿did you know?
Why did you leave this way? Why i couldn't stay with you? Tell me why, for once in my life, tell me why...tell me, because my heart got destroyed in pain, and i didn't want anything else anymore.
...In my darkness yet, some nights i need you. And i cry; for that sun, for you.
And for me."
Once the disgraced Challenger fell on the sea, troops of mermen did dive to find possible radioactivity.
Our culture derives from the Greece, mother of vices and games: their marine rhinoceroses and their mermaids.
Twisted pieces of heavy metal did lay under the sea yielding much sulphatyxex and inferior venoms in adhesion to the noosphere: there they go, the holy divers on the go...
Tilting detectors are turned by system anti-time: special condition! Special condition!: A cloud of acidulants breaks loose from a brown plastic cabinet brusquely open: the laudanumized glue floats abundantly poisonong these aquanauts ¡all dead float among the hydromasses and the liquid aluminium!
¡Among the caustic oxygen that inflates the cachalots to death!
...This mortal-fluo coil in the Scotia Sea; near to the subpolar Argentina's shores: the total abattoir of the aquanauts of the Challenger!
Nobody returned to the zone anymore.
...In the nights when the metabolism of the plancton shines satined, the oligophrenic orcas light the acrylics of Orwell.
Beyond, the south Orkney, Sandwich and Shetland islanders scream in despair among a sea of HELL...the Hell of the end of the world.
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