Wednesday, October 6, 2010

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tinnitus grunge

There are days when the air is sharper than usual.
happens especially in the changes of season.
When the weather is variable.
moved by the wind at high altitude sudden the clouds move.
Sometimes it can rain.
not last long.
The sun comes and goes.
Rays still have the power to warm the earth.
You are not evil.
Light has an unusual hue.
There is no more the heat, the heat, the summer humidity.
The edges are crisp.
The bright colors.
spaces widen dramatically.
For a moment it can happen to falter.
The vacuum can not resist.
is saturated by the sounds.
Everything becomes audible.
The sound of a fountain of water away. The
abbajare of a dog.
voices reverberated people.
from all directions overlap frantic. Without
soprapporsi.
clearly distinguishes them.
one by one. The most distant
come down with an echo.
not seem human.
evoke something of a specter, of disturbing.
A scream is prolonged indefinitely.
stretches dramatically. To invalidate
imploded in on itself.
slowly consumes all shades descendants.
Until the threshold of hearing. For
density tagging along.
not shaking anymore.
also staying away from the traffic, we recognize the dull hiss of the car. The vibrato
low, penetrating the bus comes right into the belly.
If you walk down the street and nothing changes.
There are the voices of passers-by.
smiles.
lines.
The metallic sound of ringtones.
heels echoing on the pavement.
If it is rewound.
There is no room, where it is safe.
Inside it is lost. A legion
chaotic, fragmented takes over.
We would like to find some 'quiet.
We move in a square in a small garden.
But it is useless.
You can not escape.
It should stop.
Hunted like prey.
on duty at the mercy of the hitters.
Resist not needed.
It is natural to close your eyes and ears.
The sounds are amplified.
Up to penetrate into the whistle as a drill.
Paralyzed, expects the end.
Waiting for a less intrusive.

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