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“Imagine this... you’ve been walking in the woods for twenty minutes just clearing your head of whatever bullshit when you realize,” Marco paused and looked up at the person sitting in front of him, “a pack of ravenous wolves have been stalking you. You don’t know how many but are aware there is at least five... only two that you can fully see. What is the first thought that comes to your head?”

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Marco mi ha inviato una foto di sette anni fa mentre in questo stesso giorno costruivamo casette e porta cibo per uccelli. il duemila sedici è stato un anno che mi ha ucciso. ricordarlo mi da però un senso di crescita personale enorme. le casette le abbiamo messe dentro i parchi comunali e in alcune zone dei monti Peloritani. ho contrastato la sindrome dell’abbandono non abbandonando gli altri e devo dire che mi ha migliorato come essere umano.

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Marco C. - Hands Up! (Original Mix) [2018]

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lostingrays

Birds twittered though the dark sky hid them from Marco’s view. Their song only meant it was around three or four in the morning. He was used to late nights and early morning sounds. To those trained to have a suspicious disposition, empty streets could be as loud as New York’s time square.

A job now complete and participants scattered, Marco took a drag from his cigarette. Sleep wasn’t happening tonight, which was why he stood smoking a cigarette outside a 24-hour diner. And besides the bags under his eyes, Marco didn’t look like he’d just come from a large drug for money exchange. He was wearing a gray suit but he left the blazer in his black Audi. Just when he flicked the ashy bud to the concrete, Marco saw just who he’d been waiting for. Once she was in ear shot, his gruff voice said, “I thought you’d be here.”

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Crimson Noise || Marco & Anaks

His heavy heels noiselessly met the carpeted floor of the hallway. Tucking his room key into a sleeve of his wallet as he strode down the lonely hallway, Marco kept his mind as blank as he could will it. The white circular button lit up as a calloused finger pressed the floor to which according to the lobby was hers. It didn't come as much of surprise to him that he was able to knock all thought and conscience out of his head. He'd been raised to do so and allowed him to do what was asked even if deep down he felt there was another way. Though what he was facing wasn't a job, it required much more courage to initiate.

The high class elevator rung open and a nearly identical hallway appeared as the doors gracefully split. One foot in front of the other, Marco had his shoulders straight as always, but his eyes rapt weak with lack of sleep. However much he snubbed his dissuading thoughts, they remained decipherable in his enigmatic brown eyes. Leaving three steady knocks on door number 320, Marco called upon a stoic expression and ran his hand through his half gelled hair.

A few desperate moments passed until he saw a thin line of brightening orange replace the black underneath the door due to what once was a lightless hotel room. The clicking of locks behind the door sent the scarlet organ underneath his chest battering like the wings of a panicked cardinal in a cage. The door began to open and at the first glimpse of her olive skin and bang-hooded eyes, Marco's enlisted armor fell apart. His shoulders dropped, his eyes softened to a pleading look and mouth took a slight frown. "I'm sorry I woke you up." His low voice whispered. "I can't bear this anymore."