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What we went through there, Another thing is that only this one night crossing of the suture evening and morning. Otherwise than through it, from one point to another, the path that carries the space. That's another place to be found, without other side upside down or place. We went, and we will.

What has brought with itself - all images we have seen, all words that can endorse them. Last night to write (we do not write only at night time because only permissible - but because she alone makes this possible): one line after another, it includes only this evening, last night (two months after the first), the figures that emerge.

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A truth is not a view of the world but what keeps us connected to him so irreducible. A truth is not something that one holds but something that carries us. She did and I defeated, she is me and dismisses as an individual, it straying far m'apparente and those who experience it. Being isolated attached to it inevitably encounter some of his fellows. In fact, any process insurgency from a truth that we do not surrender.

the insurgency that has
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As everyone goes about his destiny

Small or large

As centuries Egyptian

Painfully

Crowd passing by slowed down as rain, and where I am stationed, the choreography seemed more weighed down incomprehensible not seem to go somewhere, yes, but the types under the cloaks disappear to be replaced by others. Wear thousand times its dot on the "i"

Under heat and downwind
In the sun or at night
You see these creatures?

Have stayed here a few minutes, looking for the laws of movement. Went unanswered. Others continue to watch for me. We will know one day.

We see little things that glow
These are people in folders
As during these centuries of the long night
In silence or in noise

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out blindly at the surface



Hung facades, artificial lights that illuminate the surface of buildings, and under our feet, nothing but darkness - no shadow our bodies looked over the city, but the shadow of the town itself spread over the whole street. When advance is blind the eyes wide open facades aligned, and to march there, almost with hands outstretched in front of you, you think of missing an allegory of the world: the way we travels, we do not do differently on tightrope and truncated, and vacuum under the shadow of which seem not: yet. Yet those lights in the back who want here indicate a direction (three-star room, maybe more), here, we could hardly tell where they lead.