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Night on a land of work and invention,
fires that go out in the light of a street lamp,
roads that run alongside the fog and the warehouses;
our mood profiles.< br/>Underwater.
Yellow traffic lights continuously pulsating
roses of neighborhoods in a sort of constellation
people who by mixing together have created a nation
of sun and fog of pride.< br/>Underwater
Night in motion returning to a van
silhouettes of souls on duty at the factory
tired slow daily eternal processions
of Christs between the teeth with accent.
/>Underwater.
The valleys, the mountains, the prisons sleep
the antennas, the landfills, the poisons sleep
but that rich limestone land for the wines
is a lost cry, resentment.
Underwater.
Tangenziale symphonies capto una station
Blows ??Paolo Conte?? in a kazoo rarefaction
flashing lights police voltage pylons
silent film at night scrutinize.
Underwater.
A hurdy-gurdy plays, a mosh pit in Occitan
the walls light up in a dance endless
The man with the hat has a cannon turntable.
Wild euphoric Piedmont.
Underwater