Fighters in the Rain
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All comes backTo my old friendsSartre, Camus, Tzara
All this fleeting dust coming and goingHopes, disappointment, the fine line between real and unrealTrying to, trying to
The love and the Absolute LoveThe flowers, the colors, the wavesAll perfect, all
Still that urge and stingego biting its tail trying to make itself realmind in circles, flattening the grass before lying to down to sleep
Looking at the ocean, waves coming back, forever and everStickiness of ObjectsBoulder up the mountainToy Horse
Playing chess with my old friends, bit nervous, but it is ok