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Histofruitsemacea

and the taste of unknown fruits the rough-skinned oblong bud the smooth texture of the pyramidal shell? now without a palate like a dead Pallas or like all dead things who did not absorb the taste of distant fruits for example the apples that bloomed on Sirius and its unthinkable taste of universe as far away as the gidean persimmon in algeria like gauguin's mango on papeete or moorea your mother insisted so much on it the health contained in these items, you know? and now there's blueberry season romanesque pomegranates I remember ceausescu died in 89 as you get older you remove stickers from your album first fold it carefully and put it in another pile they become dusty they grow ears and then they get greasy you throw this little pile in a corner in the end put it out and the monte mor diminishes more one point for whoever bites the pear from the still life painting of cézanne another point in sacrificing a lily in the garden to plant the vine in its place always bacco - evoé bacco when I had no idea about anything child i looked at the christmas tree balancing on Crocodile brand kerosene can beside the coffin with my little dead brother back then if you walked a few kilometers throwing stones at sparrows arrived at the curve of the planet there was the clear lake of walden canoe on the shore an ecstasy for a dreamy boy the araucaria lost its boccia of pine nuts and they're brown in the grass by the lake would then be roasted over an old man's fire his face lit by the embers is crossed out with radiotherapy blue lines when it gets dark there's a mess of fireflies squeaks peeps grunts woe and the old moon looks friendly and you see in it that crater, the eastern one hour of fresh pears sour bergamots strawberries rubies time to confess: I wanted to go down in the well reach the icy water inside I would look at the sky and ask close the lid please close the lid! I finally feel sheltered I'm finally home

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