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the absolute is not there
the inconsistencies also do not
not even the most microscopic of faults
the tremor of the earth is not felt
and the wind, where did the wind go, in silence?

the sound of the waves fell silent on the rocks
the stillness of the rocks shook the sands
and the desert turned sour under the sun
and the voice, where did the voice go, screaming?

the color of things is not there
the scars are not there either
but the scream is the sound of everything that moves

the infinitesimal of calculations was lost
the monolith of desire has been given away

and the echo of everything, where did the echo go?
Written by PAR (PAULO ACACIO RAMOS)
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If it's not asking too much I'd like to have a kiss now...
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