“When the sky turned white and the earth turned black, I held your hand and we did not look back. But the dust followed us, a faithful dog, And now we are the silence inside the fog.”
“And volume thirty-six?”
“Strontium in my hair, cesium in my tea, Păpădia in the schoolyard, glowing beautifully. Atomic hits, atomic hits, dance the fallout waltz, Your skin will peel like cellophane, but don’t you mind the faults.” Atomic Hits -Hituri Nemuritoare- Vol. 36 -ALBUM...
That night, I dreamed of a needle falling on an infinite groove. And somewhere in the static, I heard my own voice, young and clear, singing about the day I opened a ghost and let it play. “When the sky turned white and the earth