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Italian with Flora

The Social Organ

Composed, performed and produced by Flora

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And one day, when the wound burned violently, Siddhartha ferried across the river, driven by a yearning, got off the boat and was willing to go to the city and to look for his son. The river flowed softly and quietly, it was the dry season, but its voice sounded strange: it laughed! It laughed clearly. The river laughed, it laughed brightly and clearly at the old ferryman. Siddhartha stopped, he bent over the water, in order to hear even better, and he saw his face reflected in the quietly moving waters, and in this reflected face there was something, which reminded him, something he had forgotten, and as he thought about it, he found it: this face resembled another face, which he used to know and love and also fear. It resembled his father’s face, the Brahman. And he remembered how he, a long time ago, as a young man, had forced his father to let him go to the penitents, how he had bed his farewell to him, how he had gone and had never come back. Had his father not also suffered the same pain for him, which he now suffered for his son? Had his father not long since died, alone, without having seen his son again? Did he not have to expect the same fate for himself? Was it not a comedy, a strange and stupid matter, this repetition, this running around in a fateful circle?

The river laughed. Yes, so it was, everything came back, which had not been suffered and solved up to its end, the same pain was suffered over and over again. But Siddhartha went back into the boat (…) tending towards despair, and not less tending towards laughing along at himself and the entire world.

Alas, the wound was not blossoming yet, his heart was still fighting his fate, cheerfulness and victory were not yet shining from his suffering. Nevertheless, he felt hope (…)

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Meditate

I’m just trying
to be a
little bit better
I’m just trying
to be a
little bit better
I’m just trying
to be maybe
a little bit
better I’m just
trying to be

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Rest in peace

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Death is the ultimate orgasm

I had some
beautiful experiences: first
I saw you
in some flowers
you were them
then, I found
you in a
Fig Chewy Bar
… it was like
eating of the
body of Christ

I Am. Your
mind is nearly
perfect and I
remain in awe

please be gentle
let us talk

It’s funny because
all I want
is to sit
in a café
with you. How
simple. How devastating

Maybe
I’m just dead
and this is
Heaven and Hell

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