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• Artiste: Recoil
• Titre: Vertigen
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Aquell matá­ em vaig llevar, no recordo on ni tan sols el temps que fa, i tot havia canviat. Perá² jo no ho sabia, encara, i més m'hagués valgut no saber-ho mai. El meu món era petit, perá² suficient, abans. Deixá  de ser-ho. La meva vida, un cel particular, nul.la incertesa, dolá§a soledat; ' més tard, cau soterrat, previsibilitat maleá¯da, asfixiant aá¯llament. Mai res no m'havia fet tanta falta. Ni la sang que per les venes em corre no necessitava amb la mateixa urgá¨ncia. Mentre el dolor creixia, de sobte, aquell soroll estrepitós, insuportable. Cridant, plorant, vaig córrer. Era incapa᧠de sentir els meus crits, de segur esgarrifosos. De sobte, l'abisme s'obrá­ sota els meus peus. Morir, volia. Recuperar el meu cau, la meva estimada soledat, els meus llimbs, la meva preuada illa. I vaig caure. Queia, sentint-me cada vegada més prop d'aquell horror, del meu propi dolor, del més terrorá­fic despertar dels meus sentits, tot just acabat de descobrir. Ja no recordo quan va ser que vaig despertar aquell fatá­dic matá­, aleshores salvador. No recordo quan fa que estic caient, que caic, veient la fi més propera cada vegada perá² amb la incertesa de si mai arribará . Ara el dolor sembla no tenir lá­mits. El dolor i la por són tot el que sento. Tinc por de caure per sempre. [English -> TIbo / Black Chrome] That morning I woke up I don't remember where it was nor either the weather outside, and it had all changed. But me I didn't know it yet and it would have been better if I never knew My world was small but big enough for me before It stopped to be that way My life a certain sky it's over The uncertainty, sweet loneliness. Later subterrean hole, cursed anticipation, sweltering isolation. Never had I felt that much need for something. Even the blood rushing through my veins I didn't have that much need of it. And the pain continued to grow suddenly this awfull uproar, unbearable. In tears I was screaming and started to run. I wasn't able to hear my own screams, surely terrifying. Sudenly , the abyss appeared under my feet. Die, that's what I wanted. Find again my hole, my sweet loneliness, my limbo, my precious island. And I felt. I was falling, feeling closer and closer to this horror of my own pain of the more awful awakening of my senses that I was just discovering . I don't remember exactly where I woke up this fateful morning redeeming at this moment. I don't remember the exact moment since I fall and I fall seeing the end coming closer and closer but in the uncertainty of knowing when it will finally come Now the pain seems to have no limits. The pain and fear that is all that I feel. The fear of falling forever.