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Tunana

Blue beard #2

For the daring of their construction works,
For the tragic end, the new era (no kidding),
If there wasn't that wall that holds a wall that holds a wall
(wood, bricks & coins),
Maybe secrets, ungrateful rumours that need be silent,
An empire for an empire, ruinous architecture,
For anything other than pain, death, loneliness or mind collapse,
And still they come, still they hurt,
Like second-day or third-day newborn awaken side by side,
Different as the same evil haunts different dreams,
Different when they say and they disagree,
My world, it's the place to grow

Matisse's delivery service

Money talks

Action Plan! Silence!
Leader Mary talks about future assumptions
Then does but undoes
Present snapshots
Of her own high cost
And whatever else

Haircut

I dreamt of a long electric stairway

That we didn't take to a DIY warehouse

My girl and I

We wanted to start a clean life

And rent an industrial vacuum cleaner

From the basement shop

A leaf supreme

Could i know

That the sparkle of culture

Would keep me proud and lonely

Away from shyness

Until age does it

Until I can be serious

Blue beard #1

A candlelit room
Writing a song about better tomorrows

Design or instant glory, nothing short of an ideal time breach
You have choice or you have fear, you move nowhere but within my reach
Why wouldn't I be the greatest under the sky?

'Madmen of the world, pay your electricity bills!'

Three sisters

Under the shade of their Queen's throne on the warmest days
Watching islanders wholeheartedly play
Natives often say, a life's a life for there's no mad love in numbers
And they add, the Moirae, they had their youthful days

Writing

To write what no-one can read
Is to fool yourself with gravity

There's no power over excess of meaning
But earthly hope or earthly deception

Lack of words doesn't sum your mystery

You're lucky and young

You don't speak the truth
You won't be adored for a mark on the planet

Inferno's back door

Put your spell on men's insane curiosity! With a forehead like a fruit from a primitive soil, looking no better than a barbarian in skin and blood exposed in a disgraceful contrast, yet with good manners, could your imagination take you further than popular undergrounds? Still you've conquered your opposite once more...

Step in! You lived your dreams, perfumed and clean shaved, never had more hope than desire! This way's hell where experience only makes you more cynical!

Wild

"Is it the word, the shape of the word, the letters in this order, one after the other, my eyes, the picture of the word, the place of the word, the context and several meanings, the colours of the word, the wall behind the word, Paris, the writer or myself that make the combination a state of mood?"