Garakuta

"Listen to our voices!... That box you throw your useless and worn goods into is overflowing These are voices of waste that cannot return into the ground" "Our day will come!..." "Comrades, stand up!... We will take control!" "Let's spread, let's fly away... Let's coat all surfaces and roll like a merry-go-round Our wind will finally blow!" (Spoken voice...) "...This flower is made from plastic, that snow from polystyrene That hill in the distance is a mountain of cellphones At night, it illuminates slightly with its phosphorescent light ...This falling rain is what's left from old water Accumulations to which we are too attached... This attachment has created a saturation Quickly, everything becomes empty of life and crystallizes..." "Listen to our voices!... These are voices of waste that cannot return into the ground Our day will come... Our wind will finally blow!"