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Wheat flag - Malibu
03:18
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I could see the little flag running in the wheat field, disappearing every now and then.
We had gotten used to the air being dry and the sun was crushing us to the ground. The outside world was a slightly moving painting in a window frame. Yesterday we made bread and braided it in the shape of a jury mast knot, too lovely to be cut in pieces. When the sun would finally set after everlasting hours, we would climb on the roof, carrying big glass jars. We would stand there, jars opened and would start humming, and blowing, and whispering, for the clouds to travel to us. Sometimes we would feel a bit of a breeze tickling the back of our necks, and we would hold the jars above our heads, hopeful to capture some of the fiery red clouds.
Today we ate all the knotted bread with plum jam amd cold milk. It gave us enough energy to hum and blow and whisper, that right when the sun was saying goodbyes, we trapped the last clouds there were in the sky. They were coral pink, and a little bit of the night was there too.
We all dreamed of our prisoners, sleeping in the jars, maybe wondering why the twilight was so dark, so long and so tight. In the morning, we starred at the jars for an hour and could have sworn we saw a tiny star crying.
It rained for seven days straight, and another seven days ; and we couldn't even stand on the roof anymore.
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Kiss me
03:20
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and I want to tell you,
to kiss me sometimes, tenderly,
before we die
to guide me in the land of dreams
to forget the sun
and count the stars together
but i can't tell you
so come in my dreams
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Am I dreaming
04:27
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but it's hard sometimes
to hide it
I want to destroy it (please)
I want to burn it (please)
I want to let it go (please)
am I doing the right way ?
am I dreaming ?
my burning desire is melting me
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Rebellion
01:27
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I should go away
far from this torment
the heart is bleeding
everytime I saw their shadows
between the walls of the rebellion
between this cursed kingdom
so I let my soul go
to the world of the damned ones
and I’m crying
I’m crying
I’m crying until I drown in my own agony
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Tes dents ensanglantées jonchent le trottoir
Un miroir brisé, que l'on piétine jusqu'à perdre la mémoire
Nos corps s'effacent, nos âmes s'enlacent dans un bruit qui sera oublié par l'histoire
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