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Moths have watched us, through window.at the table, We are implicated by their soft gaze, their eyes Darker than their disturbing wings. You will be outside forever, Out of the window pane, and we'll be in here, more and more inward.Moths have watched us, through Windows, in August. One day the gorillas took their power. gold ring, crisp shirt, Aroma Havana cigars, Put your feet into special leather boots. doing something else, We don't care: someone is reading Aristotle, Someone is throwing their heart and soul into a relationship. The ruler's speech seemed more impassioned,

More incoherent, but still going on, we When did you actually hear it?Better with some music. War: More brutal, of course; Prison: It stinks more than ever. The gorillas, it seems, have taken their power. so much sweetness The city has been anesthetized; a skinny boy, after all also take up space, a dog, too, And I, a soldier in an invisible war, And the river I love. Bodhi flowers are in full bloom. in the rearview mirror i suddenly Behold the gigantic form of the Beauvais cathedral; for a moment The great also dwells in the small. Note: Beauvais Cathedral, a French Catholic cathedral in the 13th century, is grand in scale.

The country's rivers are sweet Like a bard's song, heavy sunset in yellow Drift west in the caravan. small country church keeps its fabric still So delicate and ancient, it seems to blow will tear it apart. I love swimming in the sea, the sea keep talking to myself in the monotony of a vagabond he no longer remembers How long have you been on the road. Swimming is like prayer: palms together and apart, together and apart, Almost no termination.