Poetry by Manos Cizek
Music by Bartholomäus Traubeck
A record player that plays slices of wood.
Years, Fraxinus (Ash)
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the town i live in is a ghost
it has never existed and it never will

unless ghosts are real - do you believe in ghosts?

the despair in the eyes of the homeless
the carelessness of the affluent diners in the bistros
the willingness of the public to be fooled by populist
and uninspired commercial campaigns
the irrational and inhumanly disproportionate
distribution of wealth

the town i live in is a crime
a crime that will never be brought to justice or be prosecuted
a crime against everyone committed by noone

Mr Nobody is the godfather, the mayor and the head of the court
Mr Nobody is the journalist, the CEO and the shareholder
Mr Nobody is the neighbor, Mr Nobody is the passenger
Mr Nobody is the diner

An old man with six fingers sitting on a chair telling you what you cannot do.

Everyday my town tries to kill me.

Ποιητική επιτέλεση: Μάνος Τσίζεκ

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