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I think about the cranium that is within me,

and the prothesis included in IT...

The echo drips in an iron vessel:

metronome of madness.

The beauty returns with the moderation of the feline,

and the face with the worst of the impossible:

all the forgotten ones pull out with glances

the only silence that remains.

From the drop only the sound falls

and the vessel breaks with the universe that is one and of crystal...

All the reality is overflowed and the water is the curse

of the child beaten by the hands of his genesis,

and begins the uncertainty in some red lips...



"Once again..."

Everything in life is a "once again":

the addiction.

(Seven seconds of silence... one more... I return in me)



One proto-thesis is built and dendrites are destroyed...

The noise of the door corrupts the intimacy...

Once again... Once again...