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Frederico Vicente
While you find yourself in the Amazonas
I lock myself in this red box.
Soon I begin talking to God
The truth is: I like it here, it’s night all the time,
But … I need my girl…
Pushing me into his darkish ring’s cloud
Matt on a long-lasting spiral
Convinces me to go meet the light.
(But don’t take much to leave!
My Empire only dreams in total darkness…)
Goodnight Matt!
(Time to kill the lights.)
Nearby the poignant vinyl,
I await your return,
But not alone no,
With our four-legged clumsy friends.

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  • Frederico Vicente