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Life is a play without the rehearsals

And with empty pages for the final scene..

Nostalgia turns into a blue fire

That seduces me and then burns me..

My melancholia is walking bare foot on red hot coals

And I feel the stinging in my soul

Time is laughing from

An echo repeating its own voice...

I throw the ashes of my destiny

Into its face....

And watch it choking......



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