I WONDER whether I can insist in some way that all these
things occurred. Where can I go? I asked myself as if I was
the one who chooses, yet, I kept on tiding up the rooms
since I was certain they would come, unless we had buried
them during the rainy days; (the last day of the corpse
continues incessantly),“who are you looking for?” I asked
“the homeowner” they tell me; I sighed and showed them
the opposite shadowy side,
until I realized that this was my property which I could
slowly, painfully save and for this if one meets a few poor
dead people on the road they talk about the beggars who
got rich without knowing under their ragged overcoat how
hurtful their wings were.
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