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count of that day
as there was in the limbo of time
early before the man arrives
or later when we'll all be gone
but the facts were not like that
for example it was not april
it didn't rain fire as someone already mentioned
and much less there was such a commotion
we went down the slope and arrived tired
the grass under the palm trees awaited us
and beside the hill past the rocks the sea
we both hear the monotonous sound of the wind
and among us only I could perceive
that the waves were dyed red there
then came the bloody tears of angels
that suddenly engulfed the strip of sand
and then they dressed the palm trees in scarlet
while the dim light of that sinful day
made everything take on a ghostly hue
was it with surprise or joy that you shouted
and besides me only they
the red and demonic waves and leaves
stirred in the hot and indecent wind
witnessed the outraged flesh
your eternal fall
and my furious winning silence.
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