there are nights where I should not write.
there are times when I just pick up in meditation,
without arrogance or presumption of having to communicate.
this desire to connect, this desire to expose, to say.
would like a blackout of information systems,
I would like a breakdown of telephone lines.
age of the letter, at the age of the patient, that this craze connective
us to be everything and its opposite.
followers to declare immediately a link speed.
if I try I can not find the switch, if I try a relay,
if I wanted to remove a plug, you suffer.
the only thing that I should, without hope for the collapse,
would simply ...
silence, finally!
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