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- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - 2008-04-04 | | Rain drops falling from the jingle of a jazz song liquefied under the piano’s chords Yellow shapes reflecting the gleam of a vicious sax and body losing weight in ambience Lady speaking loud to my hub thoughts, asking for fantasies… Hands thrilling on the knee that ran from the body and moon falling apart in the design of the dogs’ crazy roars! Smoke burrows the brain’s empty places and mugs from a whole body reshaped into the dark Weird lost laughing for the ghosts dancing on a damp floor – there are no verbal expressions but flight on the river of a haven’s damnation ecstasy; nor feelings but inner proofs… Aziza’s passion sang my entire body...
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