06 August 2004

OIL

There, by the local river

lights tremble

and the rythm of nostalgia

grows in his hands.

Like water and moon

no thing ever lasts

nor the memory

or

the tide of love...,



Yes, there will be a time

when time stops,

an instant,

a echo

over

the

River

of

Flood...

...

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