Sitting in the dark, my only company in light of the monitor and the phone ringing, absorbed in my thoughts, reflections, gears that once were worn, dirty, oxidized, tired waiting for the hand of the master watchmaker that patient back to life, he has to say the silence which stops to listen, the collapse of the illusion of the passage of time, that it was my great enemy now is my greatest ally, the warmth of the dark mantle of the mother, feeling lost in the bustle of illusion that is called reality, a heart that vibrates to the frequency of the stars that govern this era, Lam, svam, Ram, Yam, Ham, Om. .. ringing in unison, feeling the earth move under your feet, the spiral surrounding the fatal car, things that seemed so distant, as the honey of the week, the silence and the delicious taste of the vigil.
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