Tuesday, October 18, 2011



sometimes I feel so dizzy
Things go so fast, light shifts and colors mix

I walk the streets trying to make sense of things
Look for meanings on scribbles covering walls
Noise, meaningless, void.
Trash passing for currency.

A pretty woman in a TV show
Doesn’t know where Africa is,
Doesn’t know anything different from the price of things
or where to get the next euro, the next kick.
Lost all is lost
and this feeling makes our bones soft, our wills melt
No judgment, no reason, no purpose.

Our ancient name is Europa
Our old rule is Democracia.
It flows, it flows where it goes
Nobody knows, nobody knows.

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