22.12.11

Wet Cement

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Here I go again, passing by 
like silence
with no time to look back 
and take the same step, that is never the same
even more when my boots touch wet cement

6.12.11

Through the window, staring

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Stuck outside, just reflections on a window shop,
the thin air and
a light that doesn't get deeper.
The crystal frontier
keeps you away from a reality that yearns for an inhabitant.