1. |
Radio frequency
04:26
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We must die. But at the right time.
Death only loses its terror when one has
consummated one's life.
Have you consummated your life?
I have achieved
a great deal.
But have you lived your life?
Or have you been lived by it?
You stand outside your life, grieving,
for some life
that you... you never lived.
I cannot change my life.
It's too late.
I cannot tell you how to live differently.
If I did, you'd still be
living by some other's design,
but perhaps I could give you a gift.
Maybe I could give you a thought.
What if some demon were to say to you
that this life, as you now live it,
have lived it in the past,
you would have to live once more but...
innumerable times more.
There will be nothing new in it.
Every pain, every joy, every
unutterably small or great thing
in your life would
just return to you.
The same succession, the same
sequence, again and again,
like an hourglass of time.
Imagine infinity.
Consider the possibility that
every action you choose,
you choose for all time.
Then all... unlived life
would remain... inside you.
Unlived. Throughout eternity.
You like this idea?
Do you hate it? Which?
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2. |
The last window
04:00
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Disconnect your mind
of the dead howl,
sleepy and retrograde.
Jump and give a role to the street,
outside your window.
Converge your hunger satire
in desolate men.
In that citadel of cobwebs
and of eternal riddles without arms,
there are a multitude of eddies;
in the middle,
there is that rare voice
hawking the heartbeat of dreams
in the rigid edge of the eyes
that incite to kiss
the most tired stream of life.
Look,
alone in thirsty lakes
you can see the fish dying and resting.
The midnight lakes
they bring stillness and despair.
Jump up and turn the knob
don't look out the window anymore
which is the last hope,
travel the opposite direction of your blood.
Your biological alarm
rings every five minutes,
But it's never time to wake up
You find yourself prostrate
from drowsiness,
but you never rest.
Walk,
the everlasting lakes drag,
but they never guide;
they coagulate waiting to dry
since swimming is only
the action of fear,
we fear being ripped apart by life.
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3. |
The call
04:49
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I listened
the bells're
calling me
they chase me.
I run
looking for them
I’m bleeding
because of the walk.
I wake up
I can’t find myself
lost
on myself.
I collapse,
I’m crying,
I hate me,
I hatred me.
Bells cover me
with your celestial mantel
I wanna go
don’t feel pain any more.
I waited for her call
and today I heart it
I run
hurried on
don’t leave me again.
Alcohol,
drugs,
sex,
Love,
Feelings,
Depression,
Hate,
Pain.
Anxiety,
Tears,
Loughs,
clamor,
desire,
humiliation.
This is
my life….
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4. |
Ghost city
04:50
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Every morning prostrate
in front of the mirror
I see myself
I feel contempt for my being
for my indifference
to humans and all things
happy memories
sunk in the new me.
I am a recurring inhabitant
lonely ghost world
prisoner of fantasies
of untouchable dreams
where every night I die
and frustrate my own life
the perpetual animal
of the howls of silence.
Ghost town look for me
when I have shut up
and agree to be your citizen.
Powerless citizen
ready for its end
drowned in your darkness
The reality who mocks
I can't finish believing her
understanding is what I'm looking for
but in his journey, he breaks me down
I do not affirm the indescribable
of being a ghost citizen
I shut up the voice of my mind
because the one who speaks is not me.
I make the desperate call
from the heavy darkness
nobody listens to my cries
because there is no more sense
nobody lives to look at death
I'm just a survivor
someday we all arrive
on the edge of our own life.
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5. |
Confusion of being
05:25
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I look at you, but I don't remember
I have fragments, I have stories
another place, but without context
I can’t forget you; you are impregnated
Many nights I have thought about you
many days I have gone out to look for you
I feel that you flee from my side
although you are always in the same place
In another body, I have already belonged to you
although I don`t remember it, I know you were
I can see you as the last image
You are far away, and I am afraid to name you.
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6. |
Linear area
04:40
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Closed sites nested in madness
Steep streets, bums on corners
cars speed up there is no one to stop them
death on the way back, sidewalk accident.
Strange lines…
Vertical lines...
Boxes that compress, are never open
foul smells, blood on the floor
rodents that walk or crawl
eternal companions, forgotten friends.
Curve lines…
Horizontal lines…
Smoke in every house no longer matters
all suffocated, death on the way
My soul fades, there is no way out
I pray rot, I pray a life.
Parallel lines…
Perpendicular lines…
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7. |
Get away that I need you
04:15
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I can't see you, you're already far away
understand me, I can't take it anymore
I look for a solution, I get more confused
I will hurt you; I don't want to suffer.
I am confused, by my side you are
I don't want to see you, never walk away
I adore being with you, I love more my loneliness
I can't explain, I can't understand
Alteration, I'm going crazy
You´re good for me, I won't accept it
I want to be happy, but I'm wrong
excuse me, get out of here.
I feel lonely, I adore it is like this
I don't need more, just see you
one more day, maybe never again
I don't know what I feel, don't try to understand.
Get away, not without first seeing
as I fall apart, help me.
Get away, not without first leaving
A memory
will always save me.
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8. |
Love is...
03:46
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Love
is death,
love is death;
deliver everything
and end up hurt.
Love is life,
love is life;
receive everything
without asking for anything.
Love is death,
Love is life.
Love is death,
but is hurts me
I want to finish
but something binds me.
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9. |
The saivor
05:07
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He makes us create fear
a saving image
believe in good and bad
he gives us hope
we choose to be the accused
waiting for a judge at the end
we crossed our arms
always afraid to act
We are lonely beings
without direction or destination
there is no reason to join us
nor any mutual end
there is no path
we look for it
it's time to learn
that there is no savior.
We walk blind
always in quick steps
we wait for the unattainable
and we believe that day will come
we long for that "something more"
to give us redemption
we act without reason
because we fear life.
We are looking for charity
of a fearsome image
we pray for luck
but we don´t seek to do it
fearful repressed beings
adorning existence
empty and imaginary beings
worshiping nothing.
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10. |
Symptoms and crisis
05:01
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Look at the birds
be nothing
be the whole
the broken soul
picking thorns
joining memories.
Somatize memories
hurts in tears
fragile ears
in eternal silences
cold sweat
but hellish heat
I can´t run
I can´t sleep
I can´t shout
I can´t t think
Bite the anguish
shutting up screams
drowning forever
dead end words
soundless screams
lens death.
Body acceleration
and tired of it
nervous laughs
they hide cold tears
panic and catastrophe
accumulated in tremors.
Selective mutism
in nowhere
in the whole
in the absurd
in the rational
in life or death.
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