It's been a week, and I didn't connect to anything
no news, no tv, no telephone, no communications
is as if the world would end, I would be the last to know
I start to loose the memory of things
and the touch of them
an embryonic state, that seems to end in abortion
I don't talk, don't have to listen
I merely read old books and poetry
Don't feel alone neither neglected.
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