The gods are made of marble
Deep inside a museum
A quadruped monster beckons me to approach
("Outcries")
An unknown force is calling me
Perhaps the voice of that star perched on the last height
Perhaps the desire to see the spaces that conceal Europe
A bouquet yellow like remorse
Hurts my view
The cage
The wheel
The vile ennui of all mankind
And no one no one to break my chains!
("Outcries")
The man slips along the stoically congealed houses
Perpendicular
like them
A moving ornament
Burning fiction
His fragility contradicts the duration of his torments
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