The same old songs
controlled by managing our senses
to find our way in the marketplace,
the one-liners will hit you hard
in the centre of your emotions,
deformed by repetition.
Faithful on the barricade.
The utopian knowledge of speculation,
the Gardens created from our history.
Always hoping
that it will get you through the night
the brain overwhelmed by contradiction.
Playing three notes on an old guitar
with smoking fingers beside the moon.
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