31. 10. 2013
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Rain.

Millions of years just a glimpse to eternity a planet as a hot rock wandering around its Sun in a yet not clearly difined orbit. A molten leviathan rock volcano ridden asteroids bombarded...

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28. 10. 2013
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Lights in the ceiling

An old candelabra stained by the dust of time still provides some pale glitter though fading light. Changing rainbows coming from the light refraction passing through the fake crystal diamonds. A reminder of...

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27. 10. 2013
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Moon is the dark.

Dark is the Moon. Darkest when is full. It dark lights the night. It brings me and others to the playground of disarray. Creatures like me homeless, heartless. Looking for whatever is there...

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24. 10. 2013
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Brainiac

Quick thoughts passing through neurons covering distances on infinite synapse jumps using intricate winding roads huge waves of gray matter that come to break at the dykes of the cortex. The tremor of...

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23. 10. 2013
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Sonora in the city

Long and hard day just as few are. Titanical effort just to take my Dr. Martens out. These boots, icon and fetish of times when men really were continuously put out to a...

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23. 10. 2013
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Tornado night.

You blew me like a tornado. Took me apart like a haystack on the wind. Dragged me through the mud. Ripped my clothes, stained them with dirt. Made me look like a fool...

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23. 10. 2013
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Urban Ocean

In the middle of this urban ocean of motor cars loud noises police sirens screaming feverish construction roaring radio hydraulic pumps old elevators out of synch tv alarm ringing phones subsonic airplanes nearby...

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23. 10. 2013
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A new place

I am looking for an apartment a new place to live I am looking for grounds, if possible, near the Sun. But not far from Saturn. A place where I could hear waves...

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21. 10. 2013
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Urban trees.

Last night, walking back home, I came upon some regular, common trees, planted in the sidewalks of a boulevard. I have to be honest, many simple thing make me wonder many things. Strange...

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21. 10. 2013
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My beloved Björk. You came from an island in the middle of the stormy part of the northern ocean. Isolated. Far, for the most part of history, of conflicts, and the vanity of...

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