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GABOR GYUKICS : Returning a Broken Keyboard
GABOR GYUKICS : Wouldn't it be So Nice without Me
SAM VAKNIN : Getting Old

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GABOR GYUKICS 
Returning a Broken Keyboard

silver dirty snow-spots scattered around on the peaks of the mountains clear water rain washed the smudged snow down to the riverís throat the wash off entered the organic system flew through the pipes, the bowels some particles oozed inside the vessels glued themselves to the walls of all the hiding organs the rest ran through the programs of metabolism to be coughed up by the riverís mouth and what remained of the smutted snow was spurted out to unsalt the sea

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GABOR GYUKICS
Wouldn't it be So Nice without Me

the scattered forces of the apexed sun is exempt of mortal care a rising or setting of thermal haze scroll along the precious atmosphere it isnít a matter of logistics it has nothing to do with any human who might be the aim of any innuendo it is the doing of a lame seamless evanescent thimbleman who gets done on his four to crawl, shuffle, rig and weave a first rate yarn in hope to please and alter the mind of the spoiled one who is roaming in ghost light without any previous engagement

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SAM VAKNIN
Getting Old

The sageing flesh, a wrinkled vicedom. The veined reverberation of a life consumed. On corneas imprinted with a thousand dreams, now stage penumbral plays directed by a sight receding and a brain enraged. To fall, as curtains call, to bow the last, rendered a sepia image in a camera obscured, a line of credits, fully exhausted, fully endured.

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