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The ladder did not hold on to the clouds for long.
The wind blew, the ladder fell to the ground.
This is how the railway appeared.
Centuries have passed, and the ladder is still dreaming
to stand to his full gigantic height and,
as in the old days, reach out
to the clouds, where it is so easy to breathe.
While night declaims, essential peacefully melts, dissolves, disappears in the cloudless air of life-giving oblivion.…
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*** Givingriddles light,burdenedwith a mystery of summer,frozen in the herbariumof omenin the museumof poet’s voice.…