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The Man Who Is Silent
The man who walks on
Calzada De Los Muertos, speaks
only in Spanish.
“… in the remains of yesterday
rain a bit of Moon is shining.
Ice too much ice. And the time is
somehow split up into tomorrow and
into tomorrow. And the love, oh,
love is…”
The man goes on.
Yes.
Yonder, on the alley of birds,
a couple is speaking into gold.
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