Pyroclastic flow

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"...Under the burning candles

In this zone, we are free

Free to join the procession that leads to the fishermen’s boats

We drink strong alcohol from the paper cups hugged by our wollen-gloved hands

And after that, the tram picks us up until the matrix of a steep hill.

Exorbitant and free

In a spectrum contraction, we release smoke and ash:

We just discovered the treasure trove of a new philosophy."