A ghost-face against the silence that keeps playing that song haunts me…
Is the music an effect of the vision? Or does the song draw this ethereal face note by note?
I close my eyes seeking quietness, darkness.
The song acts as a snake biting its own tail.
I break the silence with my voice: Aaaahh!
… No change …
I know the ghost. It is you and it is me. Or you and not me.
I try to forget this colossal memory, again.
The song refuses to end.
XXVIII-XII-MMXII
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