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Final Condition
Our acts aren't the result of our free willThey are simply pretty and foolish effortselapsing between two moments of stasiswith the unque and intentionof making the waiting less tedious and painfulOnly a few instants are truly intenselike the moment when you landA blow after an asphyxiating and breathless concentrationand the blow will allow you to free your most precious vital spacetill now oppressed corrupted and seriously endangeredby the nimblest intruderAware and heedless of his disengaged final conditionwe are strangely attracted by the moments' changesmore or less curious, indeed, we react to climatic eventsNo one can know, better then us, that we avoidAbsorbing that tinkling element by being readyto protect our wretched ego with phoney and fakeportable barriers, charged with visibleradiations only without any seeming aimAffective games seems to be an interesting communication matteralthough we try and retry to disown this emotional appendixWe are enraptured and nervously tossed in anotherlogic of mind with the only goal to cloudand to remove from us the coveted disengaged final condition
From Letras Mania