Liquid crystals fall from the sky
Like stars melted in Hephaistos' oven
Maybe its a time for hope
I walk on the sleeping streets
Lit by the sick and pale electric sun
Wondering myself about you
I become one with the wet leaves
And I wish I found myself in the empire of clouds
That beyond world
The world in the front of my eyes
Grey, sad and beautiful yet.
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