Thus we sing…

Alleys are still sunk in the silence of the curfew. The kid with the long tress and moony face is still sunk in the ecstasy of spoiling- Venus; the Siamese cat, with the white fur and bright eyes that reflect the greenness of olives.

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Somebody cannot stand the four walls.
A hand is moving slowly to set the door free. An eye which is overlooking the Alley is looking for an outlet.
The cat takes the opportunity of liberty. Fearfully, the girl runs after hope...

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A wild shot is heard in the narrow Alley.
An innocent cry is heard exploding in the narrow Alley.

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That Robot who has settled on a cloud; suffering the rain and cold; has to fulfill his profession honestly. It requires that any prey which is tempted to break the 11th commandment will be hunted.




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Nazareth
Dec, 2007

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