mad summer

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(from the rock opera “The Seasons’ Journey” by Nelu Lazar)

“hold this,
hold this train for tomorrow,
I wanna take a ride
to the stars.
make me,
make me feel just a sorrow,
I wanna feel theirs third eye”,

he yelled at a new void

that’s coming from his arm,
& it’s hurting like a gun.

that’s like a punishment,
love at the distance !
he dropped all the flowers
in a field of stones.

stones of
sickness, stones of childhood,
stones of feeling wet
in a desert.
“I will,
I put that distance
on a piece of bread
that is crushed

& embraced by you.

& I will eat that stuff,
eat it from the mud.

can you red the blue of the dark sky ?
this hot weather is making me mad…”

then he,
he met an old man,
his wisdom makes him
feel again
that cold tear.
he remembered
he have someone to see in the sand…

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