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De Nihilo, Nihilum

30 jul 2010

4 - Four

I was thinking about the chain of strong winds.
Like a shot, the last hope of man in its place passed before me.
I wondered what could that be, what would I see next, but something unknown attacked my state of complete stability, losing control. I cried for a comeback through the road of broken glasses that pierce my muscles.

And the melody was not late to the meeting.

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