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Poem	To the right, the sky, to the left, the sea. And before your eyes, the grass and its flowers. A cloud, the road, follows its vertical way Parallel to the plumb line of the horizon, Parallel to the rider. The horse races towards its imminent fall And the other climbs interminably. How simple and strange everything is. Lying on my left side I take no interest in the landscape And I think only of things that are very vague, Very vague and very pleasant, Like the tired look you walk around with Through this beautiful summer afternoon To the right, to the left, Here, there, In the delirium of uselessness.
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