Rock has a way to get to you.
When the vulnerability touches the night,
when the mad hair tries to escape the barrier,
can you hear the guitar speak?
Among all the things that we own,
these times of absolute flight can never be taken away.
And the passion of a true creation is always like a poetry,
more than the poetry itself.
So the stage burns,
the words disappear in theatrical eternity
and you see a naked person unleashed with no space of fear.
Now even if you hear the loudest,
you won’t ever be able to hear the changes that happen…
like an unrequited way of letting go a meaning.

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Photograph: Adams Elmakias.