And the party was fading, all this was far away
Desire to merge...
The road was bare...
And I fell asleep late... This azure as the bottom of things...
The comings and goings, countryside, metropolises
Memories, harmony of sleep...
I just had to let the hours go washingtonias and zoetropes (I to XXIII) is a collection of eight hundred and seventy-two poems. Dreamlike...
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