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• Artiste: Lesion
• Titre: Amorphous Forms
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When the heat lifts up from the asphalt Everything seems faded and strange You can't distinguish the faces, those faces Who take shapes of amorphous forms. They look like monsters, those Monsters that mind produces In the fear of a sad memory They are the victims who keep on living breathing Poison, while they invalid burn is this heat. With the head bent between their arms they are All different but so organized in their petty surviving I've a sort of pity When I look at them who react Passively to this slow end. Torn and upset souls who have always been Simply parked on this earth, Are imprisoned by the human flesh Which is slave too 'cause It doesn't bear the pain in silence. With humbleness, with bravery, In my eyes they appear. Amorphous forms, indefinable layer Of flesh so alone with a tired soul. Who don't have a place inside themselves. Now the heat is between the sky and earth. Motionless bodies look like pieces Of coal while the soul is choked In the tie of flesh. One day, Someone or something Will pick up the remains...