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ONE NIGHT. RETURN TO THE NIGHT. TO THE DARK NIGHT, TO THE BLACK NIGHT. ONE NIGHT, SO COLD AND OLD, AS ONCE WERE SO MANY NIGHTS.

NIGHT OF EMPTY LIGHTS, OF DESOLATED AVENUES. OF COLD AND SOLITUDE AT INERT STREETS, SCATTERED TRASH VOMITS IN WASTELANDS, FULL OF HOMELESS PEOPLE; NIGHT OF THE NAMELESS INDIFFERENT DEATHS. NIGHT OF PAIN, OF THE OLD PAIN. NIGHT OF LONELINESS, SO FIRM AND STRONG AS THE TODAY AND THE YESTERDAY, THE YESTERDAY AND TODAY. AS THEY WERE AS ALWAYS. SCREAMING IN SILENCE, THE LOVE WHICH IT LEAVES ALONE AS ALWAYS, FOREVER; TOWARDS THE DENSE ATMOSPHERE OF THE NEVER NEVER LAND. NIGHT OF THE SILENT CRY, NIGHT OF VAST SADNESS, DEPRESSIVE NIGHT IN FLAT GRAY HOPELESSNESS WHICH GOES LIKE AN ECHO THAT DOES NOT RETURNS. AS THE MEMORY DIES UNDER THE AVALANCHE OF THE NOTHINGNESS, NIGHT OF THE PAIN, NIGHT OF DESPAIR, BLACK LAMENT, OF THE SUPREMACY OF THE IMPERFECTIONS FROM THE HUMAN NATURE WHICH CORRODES DEADLY DECISIONS THAT LIE BENEATH ALL THE SIGNED DESTINIES, THE FATAL MOURNFUL FATES. THE TIME OF PAIN, AND THE INFINITE VOID ENDLESS APPEARS AGAIN RELOADED AND BLACKENED IN CRUELTY FOR A DEATH DESTINY, A DEATH-LIKE SILENCE. DARK AND SILENT, THE SIGNS OF THE CYCLIC DARK SILENT WHICH FRAME TYPICAL INERT GLACIAL TIMES SO EXTENSIVE IN YEARS, EVEN AS WELL THE CENTURIES; LIKE THE ANCIENT TIMES BONDED TO AN AD-INFINITUM OF DEAD CONSCIOUS MOMENTS WHICH LEFT MARKS AND TRACES, DISCOURAGEMENT AND INJURIES. WHERE EACH MOMENT OF PAIN REMAINS ETERNAL AND INFINITE, AS ETERNAL IS THE LONELINESS AT THE INFINITE OF THE UNWISHED, THE UNEXPECTED, THE FOR NEVER UNDESIRABLE, THE NON-EXISTENCE OF THE PAIN ITSELF, THE DAMNED EXISTENT ESSENTIAL PAIN. THE ROAD AND THE NIGHT, FRAMES THE STIGMA OF THE DESTINY THE CLOUDS OF THIS BLACK NIGHT, LIKE CLOUDS IN COFFIN SHAPES FROM THOSE MEMORIES THAT ARE REMEMBERED LIKE IT WERE THE YESTERDAY THE PAIN AND THE YEARS, THE YEARS HAVE PASSED. THE PASSED YEARS. THE PAINFUL MEMORY ABOUT YOUTHFULNESS IN FORETOLD PROPHECY THE FACTIBLE CHANCE OF THE ETERNAL SOLITUDE. A MEMORY SUDDENLY INVADES MY THOUGHTS FILLED WITH DEAD HOPE THE YOUTH MEMORY OF THOSE MORTUARY COFFIN CLOUDS OF THE BLACK NIGHT, THEIR WEIRD SHAPES WHAT MEANT SO MANY THINGS ON POETIC IDYLL TERMS, A YEARNING FOR AN ALTERNATIVE INTERPRETATION - A PLENITUDE ILLUSION AT THE MELANCHOLY MEMORY OF THOSE YOUTH REASONINGS FROM A CHANGE TO THE HOPE ROADS AND WELFARE IN THOSE VISIONS I BELIEVED ONE DIFFERENT DESTINY, - OH NAIVE GULLIBLE HELLBOY - WHO STARED IN THE CLOUDS OF DESTINY, THE SUFFERING AFTERWORDS. THOSE CLOUDS FROM YESTERDAY, DARK AND BLACK FORETOLD THE PAIN AND THE SOLITUDE; THOSE CLOUDS FROM TODAY, ONLY FORETELL EMPTINESS, TOUGHNESS AND AUSTERITY; THE ASPHYXIA OF THE FIGHTING, WITHOUT MOTIVATION TO A SENSELESS DUTY FOR SURVIVAL; THOSE CLOUDS FROM TOMORROW, WILL BE THE SHELTER OF THE LIFE WHEN IT COMES TO DIE. ON THE ETERNAL NIGHT OF THE DEATH. THE ETERNAL DEATH THAT EXISTED SINCE ALWAYS. HUMAN LOVE WAS A THING FROM YESTERDAY, THAT NEVER MUST TRASCEND OR FEEL, LOVE WAS A THING FROM THE PRESENT, INCOMPREHENSIBLE TO THE EYES OF THE SMILING; A CHAOS OF SELFISHNESS REFLECTED THAT DOES NOT JUSTIFY ITS MELODIC FLOW OF THOSE WHO NEVER WILL REDEEM THE LONELINESS OF ITS BITTER DISTASTE - TIME TO DIE. I GO AROUND THE GLANCES AND THE THOUGHTS ON THE SOLITUDE OF THE DEATH, IN ANOTHER CITY OF THIS FUNERAL WORLD, THE SMELL OF FUNERAL ESSENCES OF THOSE LOST FORGOTTEN SAD SOULS WHO CRY THE DESPAIR OF UNHAPPINESS. TWO PARALLEL DESTINIES OF EMPTINESS AND CHRONIC PAIN, VAST AND INFINITE BOUNDLESS SILENT CRY, IN A SURREALIST COLD SURROUNDING, CONDEMNED AND OUTCAST; IT IS THE NIGHT, THE RETURN TO THE DESOLATION OF THE ETERNAL BLACK NIGHT. IT IS THE NIGHT, DARK AND COLD, THE LONELY MIRROR OF A FEELING OF DEATH. THE TASTE AND THE SMELL OF THE DECADES OF DARKNESS BURIED AT THE CIRCLE OF DEATH. FROM AN EXISTENCE THAT DIES RIPPING THIRSTY BLOOD SEARCHING FOR UNCERTAIN ANSWERS, AND THEY DIE AT THE DISMAL GLOOM OF THE DEEPEST SOLITUDE, IN THE ETERNAL MUTED UNANSWERED. EVERYTHING UNDER A DEATH-LIKE SILENCE INFINITE PATH ON A LIMITLESS DEAD END RAMPART WALL.

THE VAULT OF ETERNAL BLACK CLOUDS.