Pay attention,
can you listen them?
Their unmelodic sonatas and odes,
marches and rhythms,
do you remember them?
When everything was easier,
when there were no goddesses, no void,
no tower, no masks, no myself...
When the simple task of waking up was enough
for having a great life.
We used to dance to those unnitentional notes,
to those unpretended lullabies we also fell asleep,
dreaming of the biggest and brightest of futures available.
Now, they are just past,
as I am for you,
a thing that was and will never be again,
voices of angels who bring peace at low-fi rates
and the voices of demons who brought distress at 78 rpm.
They are just past, you see?
Nothig more than the nostalgic frequencies of someone who still hopes...
Hopes of a brighter future.
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