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OLD WOODEN CREAKING FLOOR // I wake up freezing in the middle of the night and I find a hole where she used to fall asleep. I try to search for my glasses in the dark. I guess I was having a bad dream. Almost blind, I crash into a pile of books. It's funny, isn't it? how memories come and go, how can we forget some names, places and dates; how hard can hurt the things we've lost. THIS GAME IS OVER. I get out my room in silence like a thief. My two flatmates must have been out. Still I have deafening my ears all the bad news that came from the South.

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from Sad Boys Dance When No One's Watching (Acuarela Discos, 2005), released December 10, 2005

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