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Yesterday evening broke brains so I wanted to assemble expressions of consolation. All the beauty of the words, every word, from submarine to wheat fields and Long Island cocktails, kissed skies by Jimmy, blue, yellow and why not pinky black, snow, wine and vanity. From excuse me dear to goodbye I hate you, from hopeless dreams to aquarium memories, from nowhere, ahh so beautiful nowhere, favorite things of Coltrane at the sundown Madalena’s landscape, world and science, runner poets, fisherman, poetry-man, fishing meanings in the non-sense ocean of spirits. Flowers not to be forgotten, hundreds and freedom too. From wishes to shadow, from shame to joy, short word but important too. Walkers these verbs, blood in our papers, I hope this helps, my friend, ancestors, from Iberia. Thank you again to put all these words together, somewhere near nowhere 88.
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From Williamsburg, bright eyes, overseer of the metropolis, witness of endless pulsation, loose walker in green mood sometimes, drinker of emotive cocktails in the summer afternoons, tell me the news my friend but spare me from Eastern Side square puzzles. Let’s stick to our plans as I said, one trip here and there, suffering together, that’s the plan. See, the river keeps flowing despite our nightmares, those sidewalks have invited tourists to feel like they were red bugs in the rainforest, fostering projects of little value, breaking mirrors, flying by wingless copper statues, crossing the river in a pure firework boat. I wish I could stop by more often, I wish I could share more tables with you my friend, I wish I could travel the light speed and have a well done negroni with you on a weekly basis. The place from where you are, oh God, I feel like it is mine too, never mind to explain that. Blessed from North to South, from West to East; Autumn. The so hundreds messages all over the park, who will be next to step over this so blessed grass ?
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My friend, you will be in my heart forever/
you proved to be a great man and this is not simple in this blue rounded ship headed to nowhere,
so my friend, cosmic dust we may mean to the whole universe
but a whole universe we mean to our loved ones.
Your hands helped to shape our souls, bringing artistic comfort to our suffered eyes.
Life would be just impossible without art so thank you, thank you.
Your hands protected your gates,
they also sailed different seas where I bet you cried.
Your hands called your dogs and they smiled.
The other day I read the sun may die in four or five billion years so what is the purpose of life ? Art and moments perhaps.
That we will not know so easy but rest in piece and assured that your hands will never be forgotten !
Carpe diem.
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