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| OUVERTURE |
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| ( 1996 - 3D Image ) |
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Ouverture
The music of the machines
fills up my dreams
and with deep blue spirals
eases my pains.
Hexadecimal numbers
fill up the scores
of infinitesimal tones
and of irritated trills.
A choral song
is rising, drawing up a spiral,
from every chip existing
on this dying world.
And we that by now are
half automatons and half humans,
we remember the old melodies
and we are the shamans
of the new ones. |
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