Man of No Letters

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When everything is so black and orange

When I suddenly woke up last night I saw from the open window a plain stretch of intensified blackness (thanks to the incessant rainfalls), which was like a print that forms an inner world that sounds are absolutely forbidden – except the 3 giant oil tanks far beyond that looked like they are roasting on fire. I knew I’m not having a nightmare and I could smell the slight odor of my pillow; then I went to sleep again, feeling all safe and peaceful.


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