Written: October 2010
It 's like a river that sweeps away the thoughts,
like a fire that never stops burning even for a second,
has shattered the illusion of perfection in a world that does not exist;
quell'effimera in the knowledge that happiness is like a photograph.
I would yell, scream and travel in a thousand years of silence ..
the rest is just noise .. noise ... ruomore ...
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