think, sink, scrape
memories from this time at night.
The stars you are watching.
Memories, which flows past like a freight train
caravan of elephants on tracks
cold moon. Why do I embrace the darkness
and operates everything
anyone can see, the blind mole
as black in the heart of the earth, hidden. Why
in daylight
celarti you can not, of course
and escape reality, as I did last night
modest blind mole, or fugitive.
think, t'immergi,
in the pool of goldfish, black.
Now you can not see them swim.
Remember, past returns as
that the pebbles in the water of the pond
minute refracted waves.
because the night is
opportunity to act in secret as no one wants
just as you would like
protected by the darkness, accomplice.
Why the light of day is another opportunity
to live before the world's eyes and face
hidden, no longer by night.
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