Clash eta Pistols

The raindrops collecting
the wet street
a sad city "After and Post"
"Collective Psychosis"
heads killing each other
conclusions
flickering with deceit.

"Clash" and "Pistols"
from anchovies to tuna
a radio, whispering, giving
the last songs.

In a room filled with sadness
peace
no noise
silence shining on bodies.

It's the end
the end is felt
rainy evening for chameleons

Images of green fields
lightly in the background
who's driving this car?
Are you going with me?

Red applause
they tell me in my Walky's earphones
and little by little
they seduce me.

It's the end
the end is felt
rainy evening for chameleons