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Никогда. Страшное слово. Самое страшное из всех слов человеческой речи. Никогда. Слово это сравнимо только со словом «смерть». Смерть — одно большое «никогда». Вечное «никогда», смерть отметает все надежды и возможности. Никаких «может быть» или «а если?». Никогда.

«Белое на черном»
Рубен Гальего


time won't stop another setting sun

I see your heart, who's the broken one?

red — sever


do we censor or do we flow?
are we drunk on the chemicals?
every feeling in my bones tells me to lash out
and tell you to fuck off
you've got my heart
and I've got your soul
but are we better off alone?
with every battle we lose
a little more
remember everything that
we'd die for
you are everything that
I'd die for

screaming at the ones we love
like we forgot who we can trust
screaming at the top of our lungs
on the grounds that we feel safe

do we feel safe?




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The Road to Understanding by Joe Wallace
Das Leben ist, was man draus macht von Günter Fritsch
An meinen Lehrer von Joachim Ringelnatz




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shoulders bearing too much weight
so knees begin to buckle
replace need for fame, so now I'm ashamed
you're what they'll find among the rubble

kings and queens go without thrones
hey, are you getting nervous?
mother help us please
breaking arms and knees
just to keep up with the circus

silent theory — sticks and stones




Reveries and fauns

I had a dream and saw a faun...
A quirky little creature
Was tootling softly right at dawn,
Entangled one with nature.

The crescent moon gave shimmer light,
The moment temporizing.
The hooves and horns were sparkling bright
And sheerly mesmerizing.

The forest people music held
My thoughts in captivation.
My presence didn't spook this bold
Immaculate creation.

The song was sad, albeit with charm—
It had the constellations
Of stories lived by those above,
No lies and adulation.

The prophesies of folks of wood,
In moment telling nothing,
Unraveled in the cries of flute,
Needfire slowly rising.

Moondance proclaimed enigma's plot,
Subconscious temptation.
Wishmaster's tantalising thought
To fawn in admiration.

The ploys of mind revealed at last
My dream-infused creation.
The tells entwined with truth lightfast...
Daybreak left with frustration.


(。・//ε//・。)

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