Light?

Published on December 3, 2004 By Secret Literary Diary of Malte In Travel

Yesterday between 5 and 6 p.m I was walking along a 3 street. It was like always, mexican yells,KFC food, the sky orange and purple but there was also something else. There was a blood on the street . A blood under my legs. Anxiety was growing.

Today spanish worker fixed my lamp in the kitchen so I feel better- More light, said Goethe.
I'm looking for sunshine.
I feel like listen Rossini.
I need a motivation.
I need a power.
I want to be electric creature.

Where I should go to find this. Where I should go to find my inner value. Only my inner value. Silencio.

SILENCIO ! I want to be silly. I want to be silly. How much I want to be a fool.

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