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A Week of a Man From Our Time
Monday: He sharpens his dream By the hone of the illusion, Under his arm He put roses And a bit of of life's basils Then goes to his work. -------- Tuesday: He says to the beloved: Tomorrow, when the dreams tree leaves On our stature, And the light leapt smiling In Our eyeballs Humbly will come the sea And give us its waves. -------- Wednesday: From the breast of the clouds he suckles Five songs, And by the stone He slaughters the weathercock. -------- Thursday: He irrigates his memoirs With the water of trouble, In the evening He expectes to be kidnapped. -------- Friday: When he comes to the cafe He drinks from his cup A quantity of eulogies About the members of his tribe, And when he goes out He buries his misgivings in his pockets. -------- Saturday: He goes to the city bar And behind him he pulls The chariot of the grief, Instills in the field of his body Seedlings of the wine To make himself melted. -------- Sunday: His feet take him Where the nightmares of the road are, His eyes lurk among the passers-by.
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