The day is dying, the Moon
is rising, and in my pain I'm diving. It really does not matter,
it is an obscure stream of consciousness, it's cold, so cold,
and my heart seems to be lazy, I love being so hazy. I saw you
crazy, dead and crawling, sweeping to the top of the mountain,
I can distinguish no colour, no feeling, no pain, no joy, no
man and no woman, nothing ordinary tonight, just me and the mighty
Moon watching me, spying me, seducing me, making love to me.
Falling into me. A rape, under my eyes, is about to come. A new
victim is about to be taken to Hell, where demons and witches
wait for their meal to have. A raging beggar is creeping along
the dirty, murderous streets and I can do nothing else than staring
at him, for a very little while, expecting him to be found dead
by a policeman the following chilly, dark morning .... dirty
life for a dirty existence, a silly man having been with silly
women after having lead beautiful dr eams of eternal visions,
now a mere memory of what could have been but never been.........
Loud, strident rumour of a flat tyre zig-zagging from left to
right, then from right to left, now to the centre, now... to...
a huge, overwhelming wall... now from life to... death...! The
ambulance syren screams its sheer drama, while this night is
to send its very last goodbye to the disillusioners and disilluded,
to those who have fighted, those who have died in name of glory,
those we will never see anymore, those... only those........
and only me, keeping listening to the rain heavily falling to
the ground, I hear you but you can't hear me, I can hear the
desperate crying of a young lady just been left by his lover...
her own tragedy, in a night full of tragedy..... who is gonna
miss, the next time I will open my eyes, ears and soul to the
night?.......who... and when.... just do not want to know..........
I'm merely an infinitive wedge of other thou sand wedges of the
mosaic, almost undistinguishable, just want to be shadow of myself,
waiting for the next tiny ray of light..... waiting for my pain
to run away... and never come back..... but sure she will.......
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