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When will you speak again?
Our words are the children of many people.
They are sown, are born like babies
take root, are nourished with blood.
Like the pines
they retain the wind’s imprint
after the wind is gone, no longer there
same with the words
they retain the imprint of man
after the man is gone, no longer there.
Perhaps the stars try to speak
that one night they walked on your nakedness
the Swan, the Archer, the Scorpion
perhaps those.
But where will you be at the moment
when the light will come here, to this theater?
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