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A Toys Orchestra

1000 Flaming Dragonflies

The wrinkles on my face are dusty and dark

as the scratches on a record forgotten in the attic

but the night that will comes

knows all my prayers better

she will clasp me in her arms

she will crumble me as a bun

the moon has drunk too much

she’s drowned into her scotch

but i’ll count the sheep,i’ll count my breathes,

i’ll count the bites on my lips,

the autumn leaves,the can of beer,

the newborn tears,the glasses filled,

the human fears,theunpayed bills,

the fish of the sea...

No whale will sing tonight

no zodiac will give me a light

1000 flaming dragonflies

make my way through the ice

but downthere,we are just a number,

a dive into the air,

the memory of a tale

if you could go under my cold and trembling skin

and if you could stop my breathe..

Only then you would stop me.