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Light crushes down like an ice castle
when bleak star pierces through from afar the dream is wounded now close to the dawn and poor me, I cannot unchain myself It is a time of dying venom and hatred deep and ravenously nibbling what is left roams the streets with my humble stare back I tilt and bow before the innocence of those who fed the tempest. Silence surrounds me like a broken clock blind politics slayed poetry I wish I could spread myself to all my foes as Jesus spreads his vestment in times of yore … An isolated tear rooted in my eye carries within the suffering of thousands of lives yet their voice narrates me the dream`s Resurrection to come from the light shivers of a New Dawn. (trad. Corina Gherasimescu & Zappa)
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