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Tesco OF ANTS

sleep takes me, I steal the brain will not sleep again.
The sun burns, it consumes my body, stun: it'll stop.
The light dazzles me, I see more and more bright stars.
I have pain in the eyes, pain in the belly,
in the heart of a god naked wretch like me.
One by one, the constellations, become shadows. All
finally stop. How
skulls of ants, and explain the wings of a hawk will come to me.
screw and screw your shadow throws me in a gentle warmth. Small
infinite points, I see drawings ever made, unfinished.
the carousel will stop soon, I will put an end to everything.
comes a time that nobody expected,
the big silence after the big crash. A slurred speech
of controversy, criticism.
Yes, it was me, you're afraid to admit it?
Protests, insults .. Well? Now we can all rest ..
The child cries, her husband protested, the neglected wife, the family!
Revolution, electoral committees, unions, money, people! How
skulls of ants, with the wings of the falcon and explain the lion's roar. How
skulls of ants, hives and many promises never kept, coalitions! Like ants
skulls, empty shells, which no one has ever paid attention miserable.
With me, in times now gone. How
skulls of ants, all live in the memory, fade. How
skulls of ants, a shot into the air, the sun blue smoke stones. How
skulls of ants, sprinkled here and there in the wilderness, endless like you.
With me, now finished in time.

(danleroi)