There’s a sentence that floats in my mind, but I don’t want to say it.
It has a kind of copyright.
On every mid of august a new soundtrack comes out in my mind.
This time it begins with One More Dub and ends with Pow R. Toc H.
Stop wastin’ time, right.
One more breath.
One more time in the ghetto,
One more time if you please,
One more time for the dying man,
One more time if you please now.
One more time.
I want you to don’t stop following me. That’s all.
See you under a fresh new summer rain.