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The Not Found
01:55
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Hoax
05:31
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Wind, waves and words of the night drag me to you. And I am here looking for you between the lights and the water. The voice that guides me, silent and cruel, has always been mute. It was dead and the body inhabited by ivy heard the voice: dive and breathe.
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Hunters
05:22
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If we reinvent the song, we will keep walking on under a star that will remind us that we are still walking lost. The curves of the road will show us little raptures but we hunters we will want the carrion. And we will never conquer the top even dying of sun and lust.
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Epilogue
03:58
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From outside, the calm lagoon invites you to immerse, once inside the siren is gone and the bottom of the lake is not as deep as it seemed, or as it used to be yonder in the memory.
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Oblation
04:56
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The word invades me vague and chaotic, in the middle of this vow of silence, in the middle of this empty light. Catharsis I would like to maintain because of the fear of the silence rip, because the word remains, and when I pronounce it I am pronouncing myself. I am retracting myself. And this thing they called anxiety embodies itself when I name it but It doesn't exist. It is not. Like infinite pain, like a sentence without end. Try to put myself in words. Try to put myself in order.
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Two-Tailed Creature
01:21
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Hidden Valleys
04:03
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Don’t give up, there are hidden valleys you have not visited yet. Await, there are olive trees that you have not shaken yet. Listen. Keep listening.
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Inmost Eye
04:21
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I drink from the deepest of your well, from your dull and muddy waters. I contaminate myself with salt like that day when you tried to heal my wounds. And I drown in your blue waters, I sink into my nothing just to touch you and I wait for your hand because I know in the deepest you're holding it out to me smiling and true.
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Sulamith
11:05
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The place where you burn does not exist, you suspect a flame in each tree, a sore in each body, a fire in every abyss. But you know your body is made of borders, and it is pouring out. All that light also has to escape one day.
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