the air near ...

sounds build a cathedral ;;; pass by like cars ;;; no fish in this black water: sad guitar: never never never. this one goes to the one that disappered in the folds of this winter. do i understand this disconnection? this distant fading away.? do i understand this echo that cannot reach its origin? :caesura:

never call in midnigt.

::: for me there was no rain :::

day of birth

on my 28's birthday i woke up sick and early listening to happy monday's harmony. yes, indeed: a harmony of its kind. 85,6 per cent nostalgia flooding paris and rome. white noise is the only sound in this room. on the ground level you see only the other leveled-to-the-ground-ones.

::: cold days fill my head like terrible lilies :::

disbelief

the end of a timewave: where there are powerless confronted with a power that adopted an ability to reproduce itself just like the old aristocracy did regardless of money or market or anything else with the exception of hereditary diseases: a movement congruent with time: its flow derived from the most basic flow of all. the final revolution: not a revolution against a power but a revolution of power. all notions of symmetry can be forgotten: the end of binary struggles.

::: if you know the enemy and know yourself you need not fear the result of a hundred battles if you know yourself but not the enemy for every victory gained you will also suffer a defeat if you know either the enemy nor yourself you will succumb in every battle :::