Searching for Saint Augustine.
Searching on the cathedrals of Europe.
Looking for nostalgia on a piece of paper.
Opening an window while closing a door.
Viewing a city from a bell.
Asking sailors for a mere coin and a paper to join.
Smoking a cigarette when void's a word in the world.
Climbing a tree while picking an apple.
Smoke and smoke and smoke.
No drawings.. No paper.. No currency...
Images frozen... pictures framed and on the footsteps of marching souls we collide into the world..
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