Ah! I had found vinyls
Of Alphaville, rebirths...
We were going out in the night...
We were going to have drinks... And we were regaining the Coast...
Near the rocks of the Fig tree...
Beginnings, dreams through the streets
The foliage, the virginity of the evening... washingtonias and zoetropes (I to XXIII) is a collection of eight hundred and seventy-two poems. Dreamlike walk and perception of an augmented reality...
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