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I cross the mountains, I plane

I let myself glide over the breeze

slowly, grazing the woods – and you’ll let me go

I jump down the stairwell, but the fall is soft

then I run away, free, untouchable

protected by spores.

Back to the parallel floor I’m a psychosomatic prey

the more I think negative the more my life fades

here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office

drugged by sex or TV serials –

bored by the umpteenth useless chat

just to see her once more under my balls.

Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts

subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure.

Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death

though sadly aware that it’s me the one getting progressively fucked.

Another bolivian guerrilla

piling up corpses of rich drug-dealers' wives

reduced to pieces by my unstoppable machete

– a private apocalypse of rapes and blood

then serbian freedom-fighter torturing a yankee pilot

fallen with his “invisible” bomber right on my Orthodox Church

Back to the parallel floor I’m a psychosomatic prey

as paranoias increase the spores die away

here on the shittiest train or queued up in some gloomy office

drugged by sex or TV serials –

bored by the umpteenth useless chat

just to see her once more under my balls.

Watch me as I suffocate in these old trivial thoughts

subjected to human heaviness, absorbed by this halo of social failure.

Drowning among the crowd I feel an impulse of death

though sadly aware that it’s me the one getting progressively fucked.

People’s extinction comes true only in a non-synchronized planet

that roams in the universe,

the universe behind my eyes.