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my camera

Brought you across the desert and through the pleasure
For the hours of rage and the moments of candour

Iíve used you as a veiled weapon
And you served me as a beacon

Wearing a filter of darkness
Ever able to impress

Disgracefully Iíve hidden you
In the heat of the coup

Often you were left in an alcove
Your lenses witnessed war and love

Your films were confiscated by soldiers and lovers
Silhouettes for wallets, images for covers

Black and white flowers and colourful ashes
Dropped in a puddle, soaked in the Ganges

Curing the amnesia of salt statues
Mercifully incorrect in the labyrinth of values
 

M.Daedalus
10/06/2000

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  • the aroma of the landscape
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