Turning in the circle in post-war cities with the sky as an horizon hunger in the stomach and insomnia on the mind with some life left behind and a big void looming ahead while disorientation becomes the order of the day and day and night become non perceptible after some travelling and all upheavals put aside for a while while only a face and probably a body haunting the mind (and certainly the heart) one falls into a state of half consciousness and half oblivion paralyzing the limbs and hightening awareness while erazing all sense of the future and engulfing the past into indifference when all this happens simultaneously and lasts with no interruption we call this state both beatific and miserable a state of being in love
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