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The photographic wind left my dream
it took my neighbour as its new theme,
it trapped him in a series
of images intimating his worst theories,
The images blurred into a film chapter
playing in a theatre,
the wind blew through the screen
reaching me in the seats
i became part of the films scene,
and turned into the chapter's streets
he walked the streets and ended
up in the theatre,
he glimpsed himself shouted
and turned off the films projector.
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whoever you are come forth these are the days that must happen to you.
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carcanet
