sleep tight good night is when the world stops and the universe is a box of cyan walls inside which you will find me with fever intense and endless and with my body hollow and transparent and just a little candlelight for heart which is hard to see, actually, for all these incandescent bulbs unnatural and nauseating but necessary, indispensable actually, these lights that burn my soul with their uncaring intensity they bind me they destroy me.
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I keep on waiting
for a relief; she'll come barefoot
Like the wind she'll
blow out the candles I've lit
and like the wind she'll
whisper in my ear
I'm waiting for that
whisper in my ear ...