I had a passion for music
of rust
blackish hot dyed with haze
metropolis
temptations came and went
what to do? about me?
I was driving in the still, motionless night
crumbly
I came from a valley where it clouds
in the damp
I felt a nice tickle on my shoulders
what about you? do you want from me?
leaving to my childhood
every naivety? sensitive
love ? a sorcerer a fire
hysterical magnificent
caress of a hand that simplifies
what will it be? of me?
the adult embrace in a visible scenic silence
the fire? the season
of beautiful darkness
you had cast a spell in the air
what are you to me...
(Thanks to Luciano for this text)

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