Fruit of a consumed paralysis & Amok monkey who's brandishing a knife,  pretends to kill to be absolute burned in the open  A soul thief, a determined subtleties - eater.    A dispossessed human machine suffering from withdrawal symptoms built in the most perfect opposition with the surrounding swamp  To flee.    The glaciation...  A vertigo to forget a little where we have fallen -  A violent display of himself -  This dream of a hand that can stop and any minute now a dream as we hope for it:  simple but full of subdivisions  To know... and yet nothing else is possible except what we have to think...  I wish the one would come,  the one who will find the world that can't brush against any lips...  Any minutes now, I will fall in an indissoluble doubt...  Everything will be beyond me  To flee?    From this informal toeing & froing there's no conclusion & no pneumatic wisdom...  How long will it still last?    Every day,  I get up & invited in front of the mirror...  While having an earnest desire to do it  Who could give it a name?...  All that an earnest desire to do it  who could give it a name?...  All that is ridiculous,  I was there just now without knowing what to do  This is there books which drawing me my birth place  How long will it still last?...  I close my eyes...  The rustle of the leaves is outside.    these lyrics are submitted by Michelle Mocumbi