There's nothing about nothing, there is just a glance ​​

what you want it's about,

what you need it's in between

what you feel a rumour

flavour of its own

tomorrow sounds like time, time sounds groundless

I was tomorrow everyday

Mario Montolivo

Sublimation de l’état solide de la fatalité humaine à une étape plus gazeuse pour ainsi dire de notre existence...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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