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I wake up (?)

And I wake up suddenly. No, with a crash.

centuries have passed, at least 200 years, those fabulous dreams at dawn at 5, a troubled spring. I wake up sweating from the summer and golden, which reeked of sex, love and fear.

And I wake up from my second autumn pale. White little rain fall. When it rains I can not die. But I'm not afraid of dying.

And I awake from my fear of dying. I forgot my list of "best hundred ways to die in my opinion." Sadly, today, thinking about life.

And I wake up at the edge of a winter fast and tired, confused. Trembling and fearful as the gap that often try to fill as the chill that grips the skin making it die.

crack winter and spring and crack! I want summer to arrive as putrid and rotting remains of dead skin between the toes.

And my heart will melt in the sun, such as fresh asphalt, will stick to the soles of your shoes are too heavy.