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Disorders of the sleepless machine
With both feet on the window sill
The game of inventing how it will be this time
It's starting to end the same

The candle like a lighter burning the white
The broken chair is the trap of the wall
It seeps under the door in the meantime
An unknown noise calling me,
Tomorrow becomes yesterday

And no sign of your presence, voices of clear absence

Anesthetized film mixing the deck
With a distant urgency so familiar
The painting over the crack that makes its way
In the bed disheveled from dreaming badly

The drumming of a tap that floods us
The spring of questions with its tick tock
The false key mocks the darkness
There are no flowers to redecorate the darkness
How are we going to meet?

And no sign of your presence, voices of clear absence

The agenda so corrected in other colors
Confuses number, name, street, and city
Laughter cries in the echo of the corners
My house crumbles out of loyalty

And no sign of your presence, voices of clear absence