*Davide Cambria*
Distant Music
In
My
Store
Room,
At
The
Back,
Behind
The
Painting
Rack,
Is
A
Box
Of
LP
Records,
Souvenirs
Of
Years
Past,
Meant
To
Last,
Now
At
Risk.
Memories
Frozen
On
A
Disc,
The
Means
To
Play
Them
Long
Lost.
Silence
Is
The
Cost
I pay,
Any
Day
I find
Them
And
Recall
Each
Note
And
Every
Day
When
I was
Not
Alone,
The
Songs
Filtering
My
Blood
And
Welding
My
Bones.
In
My
Store
Room,
At
The
Back,
Behind
The
Painting
Rack,
Is
A
Box
Of
LP
Records,
Souvenirs
Of
Years
Past,
Meant
To
Last,
Now
At
Risk.
Memories
Frozen
On
A
Disc,
The
Means
To
Play
Them
Long
Lost.
Silence
Is
The
Cost
I pay,
Any
Day
I find
Them
And
Recall
Each
Note
And
Every
Day
When
I was
Not
Alone,
The
Songs
Filtering
My
Blood
And
Welding
My
Bones.
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