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Little city is sleeping

No more lights anywhere

On the edge you were sitting

Saying life is unfair

The lights are off

The music is on

Flowers in my hands

They make me feel fabulous

High tea in the afternoon

Coffee in the evening

Trying to make something good

Trying to experience my feelings

This feeling is named empty

Which means this city is

Just nothing but a lies

Where we are die

Five minutes of nothing

Just a numerous of empty words

Trying to keep going

Keeping, keeping and keeping, holding swords

In my hands

Reading Brodsky and Nabokov,

Singing Jopling and Cobain,

The things I’m trying to understand

And to become the biggest fan of…

Give me camera and 00’s

Give me drugs and 90’s

Give me music and 80’s

Give me nothing and 70’s