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The grapevine, the olive grove, the statue, the mountain.
The nice feet that walked barefoot on the ground, the
legs that grew old and never returned. The grass and
two rocks remained in their place. And he, who looked
for an agreement to the most indifferent words while
he tied his belt around the waist of the statue, transferring
his defined time beyond time, all alone, he lay on his
narrow bed, covered by the rough woolen blanket, with
the warmth of his whole body, lit by two carton lampposts
where the most silent freedom gives up on all the final
allegories.
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